Basically, life chewed me up and spit me out. Now I'm broken.
Even my own body wants to kill me, the no-good traitor.
I'm looking for the only other human being that I will be spending time with for the rest of my life. Yeah, I'm not too interested in people. I'm especially NOT interested in loud, energetic, charismatic, fun loving, excitable party girls who love to laugh and travel.
I'm patient and kind. Cheerful and mellow.
I'm self-denying and self-sacrificing. Slightly playful.
All of my non-perishable possessions could fit snugly in a closet.
I'm in the York neighborhood.
Think of me as an outdoor cat. Quiet (meow). I can feed myself. Mostly solitary. Usually napping. I'll bring you dead mice and birds.
I can pay up to $400 rent (half).
I prefer skinny girls. Intelligence, a serious attitude, affection, openness, and confident decisiveness really turns me on.
Makeup and fancy clothes are nice, but irrelevant.