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27 Westmont, IL Man


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  • Ages 22–28
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  • Who are single
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Last online
Today – 6:52am
5′ 9″ (1.75m)
Body type
Mostly anything
Christianity, and somewhat serious about it
Cancer, but it doesn’t matter
Working on university
Doesn’t have kids
Likes cats
My self-summary
Write a little about yourself. Just a paragraph will do.
I stumble toward the spiral staircase, heart racing. I need to get outside, get away from this interminable heat. Firmly grasping the handrail, I move forward, slowly, carefully, I haven't much strength right now. My legs support me but do little more; each step challenges me in a way I didn't think possible. I reach the landing and brace against the wall. Catch your breath, take a moment; the cool relief of the autumn wind won't help you if you die before you reach the main door.

I reach to my back pocket for my security badge. It's hard to remove from my sweat soaked jeans. I flash it past the card reader, the door unlocks. I stagger down the corridor. It seems a mile long now. Through another security check—I wave to the guard. It hits me. Waves of relief flow over my face. Finally, fresh air. The air is cool, cooler than usual for an early October night. I can breathe. My heart races on with each step, beating harder. My God, my heart will explode before the rest has a chance to kill me. I need to get to a hospital. The chemist told me this could happen; I need to go now. Where did I park?

The door unlocks, I fall into the driver's seat. I find comfort in the headrest and close my eyes for a moment. My eyes open. Did I fall asleep with the light on again? Why is it so damn bright in here? I strain to lift my head, but it won't move, I float away. It's so beautiful up here, above the clouds. The sun is bright today. The clouds are so soft; if I could pause for just a moment... I could sleep here forever. But there's so much to see, so much to take in, I can't stop now. The vast, open skies, freedom beyond comprehension. I wish this could last forever. It could last forever... I could make it last forever, if I wanted to. I look down, knowing what this means. The sky darkens as the sun fades; in the remaining moments of light, I see the clouds part. I'm falling, and there's nothing I can do to stop it... gravity is funny that way. I close my eyes and accept my fate. The ground isn't as hard as I thought it would be, it absorbs my impact and swallows me with such viscosity. I journey onward to familiar territory. A warmth passes over me: such incredible heat, but not from outside. No, I feel like I'm on fire, but there is none. The air is thick. I feel like I'm being cooked from the inside. The heat is unbearable.

I wake up in a pool of sweat. That dream came again. Where was she this time? She's always there, but this time... this time I was alone. Or did she turn out the sun? ... I roll my head to the right, how have I only slept for an hour and a half? ...
What I’m doing with my life
Don’t overthink this one; tell us what you’re doing day-to-day.
Everything, yet nothing. I'm at an impasse right now, having advanced about as far as I can in my career until I have that expensive paper, that expensive paper that tells everyone how smart I am, and how hard I've tried. That paper that tells everyone that I'm part of the club.
I’m really good at
Go on, brag a little (or a lot). We won’t judge.
I have a great Bane impression from The Dark Knight Rises, so I've been told. I'm not a performer though, so I rarely do it upon request.

I'm pretty confident in my ability to tell whether or not I'd get along with someone based strictly on their pictures.
The first things people usually notice about me
I’m an empty essay… fill me out!
My incredibly chiseled chin, or my gorgeous head of hair.

If you're reading this, probably how fucking wordy I am.
Favorite books, movies, shows, music, and food
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American Dad was my shit until I watched every episode fifteen times... Now I'm a bit disinterested. I enjoyed the first season of Bojack the Horseman. It's a bit more of a drama than a comedy, and I don't think everyone anticipated that, thus explaining the poor reviews.

The new Dark Knight trilogy, amazing movies. Fight Club. When Harry Met Sally - it's the perfect love story, IMO. I really like independent films in which it appears nothing happens, but in the subtext of the movie, everything happens.

I love barbecue. I am quite carnivorous. If I thought my body could function without carbohydrates and fiber, I would probably stop eating them. Alas, the body needs those too.

I don't have many "favorite" books... Maybe Where the Red Fern Grows. I read that in sixth grade. Cried like a baby, and I'm not ashamed to admit that. If you don't cry during that book, you're heartless.

Things I read recently:
Great Expectations, Hamlet, Measure for Measure, Twelfth Night, Henry V, The Tempest, The Sun Also Rises, A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man., Murphy, Children of Men, Waiting for the Barbarians (the novel, not the poem, although also the poem), Passing, Mrs. Dalloway ,As I Lay Dying, The Good Soldier, Death of the Heart, Women in Love, and A Passage to India... I also read Harvey, the play about a guy who sees a six foot tall rabbit. The Ballad of the Sad Cafe, which is a short story which would take too much writing to explain... The Wasteland.
The six things I could never do without
Think outside the box. Sometimes the little things can say a lot.
I don't think there's anything I could never do without outside of the necessities for life, I.e. Food, water, oxygen, etc.
I spend a lot of time thinking about
Global warming, lunch, or your next vacation… it’s all fair game.
I often think about going to the gym, and then I don't because I don't really have two hours to spare. Then I start thinking about how annoying it is not having time to get there.

Career goals and my career path.

I think this to myself quite a bit too...

And I actually spend almost no time thinking about this, but I just read "It's about the journey, not the destination" on someone's profile... that person has obviously never driven for sixteen hours with only three stops to use the bathroom. Because let me tell you a thing or two about that: the destination is the only thing that matters after hour six or seven.
On a typical Friday night I am
Netflix and takeout, or getting your party on — how do you let loose?
Probably catching up on homework or something.
The most private thing I’m willing to admit
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I considered signing up for A-List so I could see who's rating me highly.