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catandflowers

32 Paris, France Man

Man

I’m looking for

  • Women who like men
  • Ages 22–36
  • Located anywhere
  • For new friends

My Details

Last Online
Nov 18
Orientation
Straight
Ethnicity
White
Height
5′ 10″ (1.78m)
Body Type
Athletic
Diet
Smokes
Sometimes
Drinks
Not at all
Drugs
Never
Religion
Other
Sign
Education
Graduated from university
Job
Art / Music / Writing
Income
Relationship Status
Single
Relationship Type
Offspring
Pets
Likes cats
Speaks
English

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My self-summary
Write a little about yourself. Just a paragraph will do.
I like real things and peaceful moment.
What I’m doing with my life
Don’t overthink this one; tell us what you’re doing day-to-day.
Breathing most of the time.
I’m really good at
Go on, brag a little (or a lot). We won’t judge.
what is important.
Favorite books, movies, shows, music, and food
Help your potential matches find common interests.
it changes all the time.
The six things I could never do without
Think outside the box. Sometimes the little things can say a lot.
breath, food, water, sleep, love.
I spend a lot of time thinking about
Global warming, lunch, or your next vacation… it’s all fair game.
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you.
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting.
Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream —and not make dreams your master
If you can think —and not make thoughts your aim
If you can meet Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools.
Or watch the things you gave your life to broken,
And stoop and build’em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: “Hold on!”

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings —nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute,
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run.
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And —which is more— you’ll be a Man, my son!
The most private thing I’m willing to admit
I’m an empty essay… fill me out!
The cake is a lie