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32 Decatur, GA Man


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  • Ages 19–46
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6′ 1″ (1.85m)
Body Type
Mostly anything
When drinking
Agnosticism, but not too serious about it
Capricorn, but it doesn’t matter
Graduated from university
Relationship Status
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Doesn’t have kids, but might want them
Has cats

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My self-summary
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I'm clever, I'll have you laughing and learning shit.

I am a madman with a blue box. [This is a reference to something awesome, if you get it, we will get along splendidly. If not, there still might be hope] I do music, my life revolves around it. I am a nerd, I enjoy science and technology. I am smart, yet reluctant to admit so. I was in the Army for 7 years, I joined before the wars on/for 'terrorism'; back in January of 2001. I am probably the most liberal veteran you will meet. I was hoping for peace, I was wrong.

I enjoy a simple life with simple things. I am not materialistic and I don't care for people who define themselves with their possessions and money. This is code for being poor, post college graduate limbo. I either have infinite time and no money, or I have disposable income and no time. I'm searching for a balance. I prefer the city over the country, but I am no stranger to the wilderness. I also have an odd sense of humor, I think I'm hysterical. I am witty and sarcastic. I also enjoy using the word "I" when I'm describing myself.

I am Agnostic, I don't know the "Truth". I have a few hypotheses; God doesn't exist, God is dead, God doesn't care about us anymore, God is ashamed of his 'creations' and abandoned us, God doesn't realize he, she, or it is God, or God is not a being with thought but instead a form energy. I favor the last one. I consider myself an Agnostic Atheist. I don't think there is a god or gods; but I know there is no way to know for sure. How can you prove the nonexistence of anything?

I am searching for my muse. I prefer artistic women, intelligent creative women. I am very attracted to intelligence and creativity. Nerdy is sexy. Stupidity does not work for me; I need people who stimulate my mind. I'm looking for a partner that every moment with her is a blessing; even the most mundane activity would be entertaining with her presence. And to have the feeling mutual.

Passion is my life, and I fear I'm running out of fuel. I'm searching for ways to replenish. A balance between passion and reason is important to me. Balance in general.

I am empathetic, I care for other people; possibly too much. I'm not a pushover, I'll fight for what I'll believe in. I will fight for someone before I would fight for myself.

I have issues, we all do; I embrace them and try to use them to make me a better person.

One of my favorite quotes I stole from an old Star Trek episode:
“The most elementary and valuable statement in science, the beginning of wisdom is ‘I do not know’. I do not know what that is.”
What I’m doing with my life
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I recently graduated college without any student loans, recently stopped working as an editor for audiobooks. Unemployed loser, with no debt, and a magna cum laude bachelor's collecting dust mites. Surviving off of VA disability until I can find work that won't kill my soul, thank adams lost rib for that fucking Army injury. Plus, I freelance as often as I can.

I am really contemplating law school. I just don't want to pay for it, I don't want to drown in student debt. Scholarships and grants, maybe more VA benefits...

In truth, I have no fucking idea what I'm doing with my life, I'm [mostly] enjoying the ride, and doing my damnedest not to crash into something.

I'm currently writing a book of depressing haikus, I plan on having it illustrated and self published. here are a few:

I drown in my bath
My cat starves and eats me up
Sucks for the landlord

To serve and protect
I am going to stop you
With my gun. Pop. Pop.

Big ass monster truck
You must have a baby dick
Sucks for your girlfriend
I’m really good at
Go on, brag a little (or a lot). We won’t judge.
solving problems. details. I am great as an audio engineer, I'm able to record someone in their living room and have it sound better than most pro studios. In a pro studio, I am at home. With sound, I'm the shit!
I am great with grammar, and horrible with punctuation and spelling.
I am really good at many, many, many things. I also really suck at many, many, many things.
Using the word "fucking" in new and out-fucking-standing ways.
The first things people usually notice about me
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my intelligence and kind nature.
and my dashing mediocre looks.
Favorite books, movies, shows, music, and food
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My favorite TV shows are Doctor Who, Sherlock, Breaking Bad, Firefly, The Wire, Game of Thrones, Futurama, Archer, etc...

My favorite book is the Book of 5 Rings, I also kind of dig the dictionary. And any book on music. I am currently reading "A Song of Ice and Fire" series.

Halo is my shit, but I wish they fix their multiplayer.

As for music. If its good I'll like it, if not I won't.

Here's a list of my favorite songs as a child, pre-ten years old:

"Johnny B Goode" - Chuck Berry

"I Love Rock N Roll" - Joan Jett and the Blackhearts

"Black Velvet" - Alannah Myles
The six things I could never do without
Think outside the box. Sometimes the little things can say a lot.
Maslow's hierarchy of needs type of stuff
And a certain plant that I will not name
I spend a lot of time thinking about
Global warming, lunch, or your next vacation… it’s all fair game.
Why is OKCupid suggesting that I would like women with an enemy percentage that is higher than the match percentage?

Everything. I am a philosopher.

How can I leave this world a better place?

A book that I'm writing in my head. After I work it out, I'll put it to paper.

My nightmares:
A 3D printer that becomes self aware...
That saltine crackers will be the only food left after we ruin all drinkable water...
An iceyhot dispenser that looks like deodorant...
...And the fact that the last one actually exists

Why do people consider hunting a sport? It's not, the hunter has a weapon and the prey just has itself. It's not a sport, it's just being a fuckwad killing shit for amusement. I understand hunting for food, but instead drive your ass to kroger. Obviously, if someone is hunting with nothing but a knife, Crocodile Dundee style, well, I'm not going to insult that. Try chasing down a deer on foot, or fighting a bear with a knife. That is pretty badass and sporting. Bows, Guns, Crossbows, Traps, etc is not a sport and just douche-ness. Knife is the only way to go if you are hunting.

Have you ever made a song, forgot about it, and later while intoxicated listened to the song and thought "this is really good, I wonder who this is?" and looked up the metadata and realized that you made the song?

What if FDR was able to pass his 2nd Bill of Rights?

"It is our duty now to begin to lay the plans and determine the strategy for the winning of a lasting peace and the establishment of an American standard of living higher than ever before known. We cannot be content, no matter how high that general standard of living may be, if some fraction of our people—whether it be one-third or one-fifth or one-tenth—is ill-fed, ill-clothed, ill-housed, and insecure.

This Republic had its beginning, and grew to its present strength, under the protection of certain inalienable political rights—among them the right of free speech, free press, free worship, trial by jury, freedom from unreasonable searches and seizures. They were our rights to life and liberty.

As our nation has grown in size and stature, however—as our industrial economy expanded—these political rights proved inadequate to assure us equality in the pursuit of happiness.

We have come to a clear realization of the fact that true individual freedom cannot exist without economic security and independence. “Necessitous men are not free men.” People who are hungry and out of a job are the stuff of which dictatorships are made.

In our day these economic truths have become accepted as self-evident. We have accepted, so to speak, a second Bill of Rights under which a new basis of security and prosperity can be established for all—regardless of station, race, or creed.

Among these are:

The right to a useful and remunerative job in the industries or shops or farms or mines of the nation;

The right to earn enough to provide adequate food and clothing and recreation;

The right of every farmer to raise and sell his products at a return which will give him and his family a decent living;

The right of every businessman, large and small, to trade in an atmosphere of freedom from unfair competition and domination by monopolies at home or abroad;

The right of every family to a decent home;

The right to adequate medical care and the opportunity to achieve and enjoy good health;

The right to adequate protection from the economic fears of old age, sickness, accident, and unemployment;

The right to a good education.

All of these rights spell security. And after this war is won we must be prepared to move forward, in the implementation of these rights, to new goals of human happiness and well-being.

America's own rightful place in the world depends in large part upon how fully these and similar rights have been carried into practice for all our citizens.

For unless there is security here at home there cannot be lasting peace in the world."

And why there is a State of The Union speech in my dating profile.
On a typical Friday night I am
Netflix and takeout, or getting your party on — how do you let loose?
There is no typical Friday night. This question sucks and is asking for cliche ridiculous answers.

So I'll fabricate something:

Friday nights I work at a secret robot testing laboratory, it is called Karma Harbingers. We design, manufacture, and release into civilization nanobots that observe, process, and transmutes matter. We place these nanobots on certain products that almost guarantee contact with douchebags, ie. Axe Body Spray, Ed Hardy products, Robert Greene books, truck nuts, fedoras, etc. The nanobots bond with the douchebag; then observe and process the data. If the nanobot finds the host to be a complete fuckhead, it will transmute matter accordingly. My personal favorite was a wine merchant that knowingly sold counterfeit bottles to unsuspecting customers. The nanobots turned his entire inventory into pure water. The nanobots reverse-Jesused him.
The most private thing I’m willing to admit
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I once illegally downloaded an album that I worked on, I'm in the credits; it was easier and quicker than the legal methods.

Until I was 16 or so, I swore that the movie Labyrinth was a childhood dream. I guess I saw the movie when I was really young, and forgot it was a movie. Then in high school, I watched it at a friends house for the second time and was disappointed because it wasn't a dream, but a movie. And yes, David Bowie was still the goblin king in my memory.

I also posed nude for an art school photography assignment for a friend, I still haven't seen the photos.

Unrelated to the previous statement; I was thanked in the credits on the grammy nominated ninth studio album done by a extremely popular and controversial male R&B artist.

I don't post all my music online, usually uncompleted and experimental works in order to get feedback so I can fix it. but if you are curious...

When I was 19, I was fired from Walmart because I tried to start a union. I found revenge by adding the phone number of the district manger to as many telemarketing databases as possible.

I was caught shoplifting at Coconut Music when I was 12 years old, it was a Slayer cassette of "Decade of Aggression"; I pretended to cry to the store clerk and made up a story about being made to by a group of bullies. They would beat me up if I didn't steal that album. And I also lied and said they also were holding on to my dog. The clerk let me go. I was a dick when I was a kid.

I am terrified of heights, I've always have been and always will be. I am weird with my fears, I run towards them. As a child I climbed the tallest trees I can find, to the tallest part that would hold my weight, and then I would just sit there for hours just to terrorize myself. I was terrified to fly, the first time I was in a plane, I piloted it. I've repelled head first down buildings, breeching operations training. I've repelled from helicopters. I am terrified of heights, I really am, but my fears don't stop me, they just cause me to be uncomfortable and thus alert.
You should message me if
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you are smarter than me. I really am attracted to intelligence. Also if I spend the time to message you, I don't message women randomly. If I message you, I spent the time reading your profile and I think there's something special about you. And I'm taking initiative to start a conversation to try to start dialog, this is a dating site after all.

Plus I have a weakness for strong intelligent women, and accents.

But if you do message me for some reason, put a little effort in it. Intrigue me.

If you like me, let me know; it helps my ego. and I cannot rationalize paying for this site, especially after the guinea pig thing. So far, I have just shy of 300 people that like me and I have no idea who they are. I feel like a prick for admitting this. It kind of freaks me out, I was an awkward ugly kid (not self pity, just a fact).

I appreciate that you are pretty, and all of that aesthetic stuff; but thats like 40% of the equation. The other 60% is your mind, so use that to 'woo' me instead.

Complements scare me. Call it social anxiety or whatever. How should I respond? Should I Han Solo it and say "I know?" Instead, I ignore it.

Plus, if you're hot, I will probably think you are some sort of bot. I don't care about your website or webcam, I'm not going to send you money, I won't (fill in the blank)...

Don't write me a haiku, I appreciate that you like mine; but unless you are an extremely gifted writer, don't. Its more than just 5-7-5; juxtaposition is equally important. Haikus are supposed to cut.

Yes, "Labyrinth" was a great movie; I don't need another anecdote about it.

And if I didn't reply to your message, I'm a dick. And also I probably forgot, I read it half asleep or when I'm busy and never got back to it. Or I rolled my eyes to it; or it bored me; or it frightened me; Or most likely I didn't know how to reply. If this is the case, again, I'm a dick, and brush it off and try again. or not and move on. Online dating, well, dating in general is awkward; so chill.

And fuck your oxford commas, i don't fucking care; semicolons are what the cool kids use.

Or if you are Natalie Portman, I have had a crush on you for 20 years.