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HamOnWry

38 M San Diego, CA

I’m looking for

  • Girls who like guys
  • Ages 20–45
  • Near me
  • For new friends, long-term dating, short-term dating, casual sex

My Details

Last Online
Aug 16
Orientation
Straight
Ethnicity
Height
5′ 8″ (1.73m)
Body Type
Diet
Smokes
When drinking
Drinks
Socially
Drugs
Religion
Atheism
Sign
Pisces
Education
Job
Art / Music / Writing
Income
Relationship Status
Seeing Someone
Relationship Type
Offspring
Doesn’t want kids
Pets
Likes cats
Speaks
English (Poorly)

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My self-summary
Write a little about yourself. Just a paragraph will do.
i'm a student of human nature. maybe that's too simplistic, but i'm just a working class slob with a public school education and that's just what we do.

i'm a very serious guy most of the time, except for when i'm not, which is pretty much always.

ENTp, if you put any stock in that sort of thing.

bourbon neat.
beer back.

i'm basically a gypsy who loves zen monks and gutter punks and probably the way you smell.

i think ee cummings had it all figured out:

Humanity i love you
because you would rather black the boots of
success than enquire whose soul dangles from his
watch-chain which would be embarrassing for both

parties and because you
unflinchingly applaud all
songs containing the words country home and
mother when sung at the old howard

Humanity i love you because
when you're hard up you pawn your
intelligence to buy a drink and when
you're flush pride keeps

you from the pawn shop and
because you are continually committing
nuisances but more
especially in your own house

Humanity i love you because you
are perpetually putting the secret of
life in your pants and forgetting
it's there and sitting down

on it
and because you are
forever making poems in the lap
of death Humanity

i hate you

...

it means whatever the hell you want it to mean.
it's just another finger pointing at the moon.
What I’m doing with my life
Don’t overthink this one; tell us what you’re doing day-to-day.
banging on pots and pans,
tending my little garden,
menacing the bastards any way i can.

separating the truth from the game since 1976.

do please be aware that i'm in a committed non-monogamous relationship. i'm not propositioning you for a threesome. still, i thought you should know.
I’m really good at
Go on, brag a little (or a lot). We won’t judge.
gypsy shit.
laughing shamelessly and at the most inappropriate times.
looking damn good doing it.
working with my hands.
writing filthy poems.
digging in the dirt.
cleaning up messes.
The first things people usually notice about me
I’m an empty essay… fill me out!
"you're not from around here, are you son?"

idfk.
how damn humble I am?
the conspicuous absence of handcuffs and state-issued clothing?
maybe the crooked smile and even crooked-er nose.

this is odd... talking about myself. what is the self anyhow? show it to me and i'll tell you all about it.
Favorite books, movies, shows, music, and food
Help your potential matches find common interests.
A) Russian

B) Japanese

C) Fuck your TV in its neck

D) American

E) Japanese
The six things I could never do without
Think outside the box. Sometimes the little things can say a lot.
guns, bitches, and bling.
i kid. can i still change my answer?

'never' is so absolute sounding.
you might be surprised at how little you actually need.
i know i was.

that said, i'll posit:
the art of conversation,
the written word,
good tools,
a garden in which to meditate,
a deliciously round ass to rub up against,
and decent food.
it's tough to imagine a world that doesn't have these things that is still worth living in.
I spend a lot of time thinking about
Global warming, lunch, or your next vacation… it’s all fair game.
the nature of existence,
jazz changes,
the economy of flesh on flesh,
D/s,
rope,
ritual suicide.

the taste of sweat off the nape of her neck; the small of her back. what i am making for dinner.
with whom i will be enjoying it.
every sort of mischief which will ensue later.

the sound of one hand clapping.
On a typical Friday night I am
Netflix and takeout, or getting your party on — how do you let loose?
probably parked behind a drum set making noise with a dozen or so of my favorite people in the whole goddamned world.

or looking at the moon in my teacup.

i don't really understand "typical." and weekends don't mean so much when you work for yourself. anyway, a passably good evening is one where i collect some material worth committing to paper, make a new friend, torment a rival with some damn fool prank, engage in some lost weekend style debauchery, do not die.
The most private thing I’m willing to admit
I’m an empty essay… fill me out!
Are you a sexually irresponsible young woman with a daddy complex and a drinking problem? Get the help you need today. Contact me to find out how.
You should message me if
Offer a few tips to help matches win you over.
you are warm blooded, open-minded, and smell delicious.

you think we might have interesting and thought provoking ideas to discuss with one another.

you are sure we have nothing to talk about, and think it would be amusing/fun/kinky for us to destroy each other.

your post-coital routine usually includes a hi-five and a "go team!"

you've got your own bail/burial money.

you have learned from your mistakes that nobody ever learns anything from her mistakes.

you need a drinking buddy.

you have a dollar and are looking for someone with a bad idea.

you are a slow-witted, lopsided moron who enjoys being berated, belittled, and chewed up by equally dim people with superiority complexes.

you believe every word of this.

you know that i am perfectly full of shit.

actually you probably shouldn't message me at all if you've got any damn sense.