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Last online
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5′ 8″ (1.73m)
Body Type
Mostly anything
Atheism, and somewhat serious about it
Sagittarius, but it doesn’t matter
Graduated from masters program
Banking / Finance
More than $1,000,000
Doesn’t have kids
Likes dogs and dislikes cats
English (Fluently), German (Poorly), C++ (Fluently)
My self-summary
Write a little about yourself. Just a paragraph will do.
Now the Spirit expressly says that in later times some will depart from the faith by devoting themselves to deceitful characters and the teachings of demons.
Timothy 4:1

I am a bastard out of Carolina if you will, the son of an abortion bombing, southern, snake-handling street preacher and a teenage mother who disappeared years ago...

No longer willing to stand the nightly drunken beatings, one night I just ran away on a bus destined for some place better...

Born a sinner and cast into the hell we call New York at 14, I was a virgin at the time, broke, and sleeping in the back of a burned out 1979 Cutlass Ciera parked near the Hunts Point Terminal in the Bronx....

The 1980's was a crazy time in New York, let me tell you. I made money the only way I could - by turning tricks for straight men in the Village – mostly muscular ethnic guys who might appreciate my fine Caucasian features...

I spent some time living in the Red Hook housing projects, where I learned to steer a cocaine-laden submarine up underneath the Atlantic Ocean for a Colombian drug kingpin, "Encontrar Muerte Rápida"

I was surprised to discover the kingpin, Mr. Sosa has a pretty cool petting zoo filled with animals like rhinos, almost as cool as fashion forward Libyan military commander Muammar Gaddafi's giraffes, but not quite -because you see for my top mentor, it's all about the blue tongues, baby, blue tongues.

Back in New York, I made a few fast friends, mostly artists and other outcasts. Jammin to Rick Astley British pop remixes, we partied with drag queens like Mr. Gogo at clubs like Studio 54 all night...

Entering the 1990's, slowly but surely I saved the money from my tricks.. the train tracks riddling my muscular forearms from rampant heroin injections faded and I was able to don a business suit....

With hard work, I was admitted to Harvard Business school, a prestigious place where they teach you how to type formulas into Microsoft Excel. After a short stint as an analyst in corporate actions, I began designing trading systems....

In the decade of parabolic dot com booms and wear your pants azz-backwards hip hop videos..... I found a few secrets about Gaussian distributions that I must admit were the key to opening a billion dollar behemoth hedge fund, with performance the envy of CNBC analysts.
What I’m doing with my life
Don’t overthink this one; tell us what you’re doing day-to-day.
Just enjoying it...I retired in 2014. My coworkers were nice enough to throw an opulent going away party featuring fire tossing acrobats and topless Estonian cocktail waitresses with shiny, gold decorations dangling from their t*ts...

Nowadays, mundane nights are spent hobnobbing with Upper East Side upper crust socialites such as Tinsley Mortimer and other pretty young Manolo Blahnik-wearing white girls, owners of the most pompous money-losing high end fashion boutiques....

My friends include the worst sorts of beluga whale caviar snorting graduates of private schools; investment banking guys with tiny little p*nises driving Maseratis down Park Avenue and galloping beautiful and brutish Arabian stallions across the cordgrass covered sand dunes of Amagansett....

For weekend nights myself and my entourage might attend a black tie, purple-carpeted charity event with dapper, half-caring snoots in the name of saving some endangered Artic Snow Owl on the outskirts of some tough-as-nails Siberian logging town I highly guarantee none of us will ever split a cord of wood in....

On Sunday afternoons I normally pay a visit to a spiritual life coach, where I occasionally spot a B list movie star coming from a hoity toity 5th Avenue building staffed with a doorman wearing white gloves and a gray top coat...

Walking on the streets of the most pompous borough of Manhattan. Welcome to my life in New York... detatched, empty, Evil...
I’m really good at
Go on, brag a little (or a lot). We won’t judge.
The six things I could never do without
Think outside the box. Sometimes the little things can say a lot.
I spend a lot of time thinking about
Global warming, lunch, or your next vacation… it’s all fair game.
On a typical Friday night I am
Netflix and takeout, or getting your party on — how do you let loose?
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