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MAF2

27 M Quantico, VA

My Details

Last Online
Yesterday – 5:13pm
Orientation
Straight
Ethnicity
White
Height
5′ 5″ (1.65m)
Body Type
Fit
Diet
Strictly anything
Smokes
No
Drinks
Socially
Drugs
Never
Religion
Christianity, and very serious about it
Sign
Cancer
Education
Graduated from university
Job
Military
Income
Rather not say
Relationship Status
Single
Relationship Type
Strictly monogamous
Offspring
Doesn’t have kids, but might want them
Pets
Likes dogs and likes cats
Speaks
English (Fluently), Russian (Poorly)

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My self-summary
Eh.*

(*The above monosyllabic expression of vague disinterest does not necessarily represent the opinions of the letters M, A, F, the number 2, or the individual cumulatively identified thereby, respectively. Any and all opinions generated as a result of reading the contents of this profile, its individual components, or any combination thereof is the sole responsibility of the individual reader, their perspective, and/or any drugs, prescription or otherwise, of which said reader may or may not be under the influence. Side Effects of reading this profile may include: Irritability, facial spasms, irregular breathing, cynicism, uncontrollable eye-rolling, feelings of depression, feelings of comparative superiority, and/or the occasional halfhearted chuckle. No purchase necessary, see stores for details.)
What I’m doing with my life
Doing my best to enjoy it, working on my career, whittling time away on my hobbies, and being gnawed at by the growing suspicion that bachelorhood isn't all it's cracked up to be.
I’m really good at
I write a little. It's a hobby. People say I'm not horrible. I've yet to make anyone's eyes bleed or cause any serious emotional or psychological damages that I know of. (See above disclaimer)

In my experience, there isn't much that I can't do at least fairly well. I fix my own car. I cook my own meals. I've been known to be handy around a house (if I can't fix it, then I can usually figure out *why* I can't fix it). I'm really not all that organized, though. I rarely ever needed to be. I'm not against organization. I actually kind of like it. I'm just not that good at keeping things that way.
The first things people usually notice about me
I would like to think that it's the silky smoothness of my voice. Being, however, that my voice is neither silky nor smooth, this is probably not the case.

Maybe that I'm short for my height? There is no way to accurately answer this.

Seriously, though, I'm not tall. If height is important to you, then I'm afraid I'm going to fall a little short of your expectations...
Favorite books, movies, shows, music, and food
Books: Dune, White Fang, Call of the Wild, The King Killer Chronicles (so far), Robinson Crusoe, The Count of Monte Cristo, Ender's Game, Starship Troopers, The Song of Ice and Fire series (until Martin kills off all of his remotely likable characters), The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy (except for the last book), Hard Luck Hank, The Hobbit (the rest of the series was only okay), the Hunger Games, etc. etc. etc.

Movies: Lucky Number Slevin, The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy, City of Ember, V for Vendetta, Wreck it Ralph, Zombieland, Stranger than Fiction, The Man of La Mancha, Die Hard. This is a sample of the sorts of things I like in movies. Movies like these, in general.

Shows: Firefly, Archer, Full Metal Alchemist: Brotherhood, How I Met Your Mother, A Game of Thrones, The Walking Dead, and the first two seasons of Misfits (British).

Music: Anything but rap or country. Those two genres make my skin crawl. Old/classic rock and roll is preferred, but I listen to a lot of different music. "Eclectic" (seems to be a word people like to throw around on here...). That said, my absolute favorite song is Sweet Child O' Mine by Guns n' Roses.

Food: I can eat almost anything. I love Italian, Chinese is a staple, and I generally like the things I cook myself. I would like to eat healthier foods, if possible, but the ingredients are usually a lot more expensive. I do what I can.
The six things I could never do without
*The Countdown*

NUMBER 6: Coffee!

Once, long ago, in the mists of prerecorded history (pre-college) there was a time when I did not use coffee to propel myself through my day. I remember this, though only dimly. The wonders of coffee are many, I know, but I cannot shake the feeling that before the advent of this organic propellant, there was something else. A sort of happiness that stemmed from some other, more natural source of energy. I cannot remember what this was, but sometimes, as I stare ahead at the coming work week with jittery, caffeine powered omniscience, I think it may have been a thing called "sleep."

NUMBER 5: A GPS!

I heard once that some people have an innate sense of direction. I am not one of those people. For Christmas a couple years ago my father bought me one of those Garmin GPS things for my car - I call her Sheila - but before this I was left to my own devices. A trip anywhere that I hadn't driven at least a dozen times before was guaranteed to get me lost, and not just, "oops I took a wrong turn" lost, but "I'm reasonably sure they shouldn't be speaking this language here/Did I cross a timezone?/What year is it?!" lost.

NUMBER 4: Literature!

I have to have something to read. Don't get me wrong, there have been dry spells where I went without for a while, but when this happens there is always a relapse. I go a year without a good book, and the next thing you know I've walled myself in with a stack of dusty tomes, reading with bloodshot eyes, and muttering to myself. Any attempt to excavate me from my papery tomb results in me, like Moses at Mount Sinai, raining suggested reading down on any poor, unwary fool who comes within throwing distance.

NUMBER 3: Family!

My family moved a lot during mine and my siblings' formative years. Because of this, we filled for each other a good number of the rolls often filled by extra-familial acquaintances. We were bullies, and we were rivals. We were confidants and co-conspirators, instigators and arbiters. We were good influences and we were bad, and in the end, through the stalwart efforts of two determined and amazing parents who decided with saintly patience not to smother us in our sleep, we were the best friends we'd ever have.

NUMBER 2: Her!

I don't know who she is, obviously - If I did, I wouldn't be here - so by 'her' I mean the gaping, woman-shaped hole in my life where I'm reasonably certain another human being is supposed to fit. I know that this absence exists in the same way that you know cold exists as the absence of heat, or hunger as the absence of food, but all I really have as search criteria are half-baked theories about compatibility and a vague self-image, which isn't much when you're looking for someone who best counterbalances your particular hodgepodge of personal characteristics and defects. What I do know is that I'm an odd sort of person, as you've likely gathered, and it's going to take an exceptional sort of woman. Because of this, I believe my chances of finding such an individual are exceptionally low. I have come to terms with this fact, and I will very likely spend the latter years of my life as a hermit, kept company by a finely tended beard as I yodel my madness into the starry mountain skies.

AND FINALLY!

NUMBER 1: Faith!

I find it hard to believe that anyone can make it through the day without faith in a benign God. Knowing that I am a tiny speck hurtling through a hostile universe on an insignificantly larger tiny speck without the assurance that comes with the love of an almighty God would very certainly take the pleasure out of damn near anything, and though my fellow man tries desperately to shake my faith with such spectacles as Black Friday shankings and Honey Boo Boo children, I maintain that belief is a choice, and I chose 8 lb. 6 oz. baby Jesus. 'Murica.
I spend a lot of time thinking about
Why people do some of the stupid things we do. Why I've personally done some of the stupid things I've done. What I could possibly do with my life other than what I already have planned. What I am currently doing or planning. How great or how terrible that last book/movie/episode/thing-I-did-on-a-whim was.

Also, I sometimes ponder over what sort of old man I want to be. Sometimes I think "crazy old prospector on a senile quest for undiscovered gold in his back yard" and other times I think "crazy old man with the scary house and the unreasonably large but very likely arthritic dog." It varies.
On a typical Friday night I am
Riding the Earth around the Sun.
The most private thing I’m willing to admit
I've answered way too many of the questions on this site. At first I was just obsessed with getting that accuracy percentage up, but after a while it turned into a sort of morbid curiosity as to how many asinine questions there could possibly be.
I’m looking for
  • Straight girls only
  • Ages 20–26
  • Located anywhere
  • Who are single
  • For new friends, long-term dating, short-term dating
You should message me if
If you've actually read this whole thing, and, rather than running off screaming into the night or making that face that the victims made in that movie "The Ring," you seem to like what you've seen here. If that's the case, then please, feel free to send me a message.

Something to keep in mind: I have a need of someone to run/bike/hike/etc. with. There are standards I have to keep for myself as an officer, and finding someone out there who also helps support an active, healthy lifestyle would be my personal American dream.

If I send you a message that is awkward, uncomfortable, nauseating to the point of immediate physical illness, or otherwise off-putting, then I apologize. I picked up my meager arsenal of social skills somewhat ad hoc, so I'm inexperienced at holding or even starting meaningful conversations with people I don't know. Please feel free to cut off the conversation at any time you feel uncomfortable or otherwise unenthused.

In closing, I'm probably only going to send one message at a time. If I don't get a response, then I'm not going to hold it against you, so please don't feel obligated to answer. At that point I'm just going to assume you have a firm grasp on what you're looking for, and you've identified that it's not here. You afford me the same courtesy, and we'll all get along just fine.

Best of luck out there.