SWM in dead-end job seeks dumpy neurotic for hustling, shouting matches, and
unfulfilling sex. I enjoy smoking, petty theft, drinking, pornography, and
self-righteous indignation. Way down deep, I'm very shallow. My
warped sense of amoral self-righteous behavior allows me to spend four bucks on
an espresso, but I refuse to part with my change for the crippled kids from the
March of Dimes. I have middling intelligence but try to appear smarter by
affecting a world-weary air, memorizing useless statistics, and chuckling at my
own mean-spirited, agenda-driven jokes. I'm 42, but look 56 and feel 67.
It would be nice to be able to bounce thoughts and ideas off someone who isn't
wearing an aluminum reflector hat.
YOU: You are a man-hating, crazy **** with a misplaced sense of entitlement
and lots of expectations. In time you will become coolly hostile when I don't
fulfill every unmet need you've ever had. Bonus points if you just finished
dating every guy in town but now want to take your time with me. My perfect
night would include getting drunk in a sh*ty bar while you make-out with seedy
old drunkards, followed by an attention generating screaming match. I would be
open to an unsatisfying fling that ruins my life instantaneously but prefer a
long-term, spirit crushing descent into alcoholism and pills. Age unimportant,
but I often condescend to women under 22 and rehash mother issues with women over 40. Serious replies only, please.