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Frownface

45 M Maple Shade, NJ

I’m looking for

  • Girls who like guys
  • Ages 35–48
  • Near me
  • For new friends, long-term dating, short-term dating, casual sex

My Details

Last Online
Jul 9
Orientation
Straight
Ethnicity
Other
Height
7′ 11″ (2.41m)
Body Type
Used up
Diet
Strictly anything
Smokes
Yes
Drinks
Desperately
Drugs
Often
Religion
Other, and very serious about it
Sign
Education
Graduated from space camp
Job
Unemployed
Income
Less than $20,000
Relationship Status
Single
Relationship Type
Offspring
Has a kid, but doesn’t want more
Pets
Speaks
English (Poorly), Occitan (Fluently), Maori (Fluently), Tagalog (Fluently), Ilongo (Fluently)

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My self-summary
Write a little about yourself. Just a paragraph will do.
Cranky loser seeks same.
What I’m doing with my life
Don’t overthink this one; tell us what you’re doing day-to-day.
Sleeping through it.
I’m really good at
Go on, brag a little (or a lot). We won’t judge.
Sleeping.
The first things people usually notice about me
I’m an empty essay… fill me out!
My eczema.
Favorite books, movies, shows, music, and food
Help your potential matches find common interests.
Books: Suicide by Emile Durkheim; On Death and Dying by Elisabeth Kubler-Ross; Being and Nothingness by Sartre; Life Is Even Worse than a Steaming Pile of Horse Shit by Dr. Herbert Humphrey, Jr.

Movies: Death by Drowning; Shoah; Endlessly Weeping

Music: The Exploited, Crass, The Dumb Fucks, Retards, Inc., The Whackjobs.
The six things I could never do without
Think outside the box. Sometimes the little things can say a lot.
Viagra, ben wa balls, flesh light, water bong, scrotum piercer, fly swatter
I spend a lot of time thinking about
Global warming, lunch, or your next vacation… it’s all fair game.
Lying in a Hammock at William Duffy’s Farm in Pine Island, Minnesota
By James Wright

Over my head, I see the bronze butterfly,
Asleep on the black trunk,
Blowing like a leaf in green shadow.
Down the ravine behind the empty house,
The cowbells follow one another
Into the distances of the afternoon.
To my right,
In a field of sunlight between two pines,
The droppings of last year’s horses
Blaze up into golden stones.
I lean back, as the evening darkens and comes on.
A chicken hawk floats over, looking for home.
I have wasted my life.
On a typical Friday night I am
Netflix and takeout, or getting your party on — how do you let loose?
Drinking myself into oblivion.
The most private thing I’m willing to admit
I’m an empty essay… fill me out!
My toenail fungus is almost gone!
You should message me if
Offer a few tips to help matches win you over.
You are brave enough to let me see your peacock.

Jockettes need not apply.

**If I keep looking at your profile it means my memory sucks, not that I'm so into you. Get over your bad self!