Current march 2nd 2014
I work for a local company digging pipelines. I run the equipment, and drive the semi's. I am one of those guys you drive past wearing the bright green work shirts working in the fields. I drive a big blue ford truck, and my roommates would say i am a slightly disorganized and stinky after work. but good man who lets my dog lick the plates even though they think its gross. :) They love me. You could too, i grow on you.
Fuck the small talk! Lets get this bitch started. And read with a lite tone, of some sarcastic humor. And your good.
I think way too much. If your looking for small, shallow baby steps to dating than go to a church group. Try G.A.M.E omaha. My buddy josh met his wife there. and some other people i know met signifcunt others there. Not my cup of tea. Though. That whole passive agressive dating style just doesnt fit me.
I would say the general outcome of 5yrs on this site and counting is.
To most women in the omaha area and surrounding by a few hundred miles on okc, I am seemingly this amazing asshole that most women find to be amazing on my intellect and writing style side but repugnant on the relationship side because culture has these vails of double speak that separate us from the truth and encourage us to stay in our close and comforted isolated ponds. And networks. Which is cool. Isolation helps protect, or destroy. And its interesting to watch.
Oddly enough, its seems very few even venture any further than the exterior of my being, or even get past the verbiage I use to attempt to convey myself with. Point is. Seemingly. If You take a look at the expressed concepts and topics most women talk about online as what they value and seek from a man that they are willing to themselves express thru the use of their own verbiage or in high cases lack there of. On the surface I am just worthless shit to most women in the online world and I must look at the truths. None, few respond to my greeting or gesture of opening a dialog. Even fewer seemingly care enough to even look at who sent them a message (ie. Look at the profile that i use as a vehicle to convey... me). So I would just tend to agree with this culturally based concept of seeking the "prince" to trounce in on his white steed and provide a happy life in Never Never land. Instead to these observed concepts, I am a loser, intensely eccentric ec·lec·tic with complex ideas and a verbose polymath with skills and talents with no personal interest in sports, with a limited personal music selection, and is not overly swayed by cultural movements or trends or other seemingly trivial objects by which they report the value of a potential mate in their own verbiage.
No,... Correction Loser may be used in the wrong context and might be construed as a depressive tone... Which I am not. I would redact that to read.
I am a non winner, intensely eccentric ec·lec·tic with complex ideas and a verbose polymath with skills and talents with no personal interest in sports, with a limited personal music selection, and is not overly swayed by cultural movements or trends or other seemingly trivial objects by which they report the value of a potential mate in their own verbiage.
I recently just moved into my new house over by sapp brothers omaha ( the meadows ) just off I80 and 144th with my dog rosie, and two very beautiful roommates who are both local models.
I'll take time as i go adding, editing, cleaning and updateing my profile when i have down time. This profile; it's not all who i am but its a pesky peak at some of who i am. I have 29 very full years of tales, stories, adventures, and lessons learned. And despite most people in life who can't communicate with written word, i myself will take time to add.... Character development chapters of my life here in this profile as my time allows and as i see fit. Also; let me take a moment to say, i have been using okc for +\- 5 years now, maybe more. .... I find it very intriguing the people you see or meet on here. I am a people reader. And it allows me to develop my character basis backgrounds on similar people types that i use in my daily life. I also have to admit that i am very straight forward and honest. I may be taken by some as a "creep" mostly because they i believe have a shallow life reference pool to draw from and consider someone outside their norm of common lower IQ sports or car junkies to be "creepy". None the less. We are all entitled to express these observational opinions based upon facts or personal ignorances. Its our Al Gore given rights as interweb users. God bless you Al Gore. And may you burn in a green, environmentally frendly low carbon foot print hell along with all the other fiftom positions of government zombie employees.
(Sorry. I digress easily. )
Anywho. As a verbose writer i have a writing style some like to be gramar cunts about. For those who want to be ice cold cunty. And yes. I used the word cunty. Feel free to send me all and any hate messages you want. Trust me. I recieve anywhere from 50 to 300 messages a day from people all around the world who either love me. Or hate me. And once again. ... You have your opinion. Express it. Let that cunty opinion lose! Attempt to hold sway on my grammar. Maybe you can help me pass my 3rd grade english exam next week? I mean seriously? I wrote this on my i phone. All you do is write "lol".
Also. If you are over 30 and still a virgin. And you get all wet cause i say hello to you, Please! I repeate! Please! Dont assume we are to get married next week, or that we have to start tattooing each others names on our bodies. And here's my advise. .... Go get laid. Or at least get a dog and a jar of peanut butter and smear that baby up and let lose the collar. Cause sex is easy, fast, fucking amazing!, and not very walt desiney fucking special. And seven dwarves?..., You don't; need to get you some date rape cock from a prince. You just simply need to head out to a bar full of popped collar douche bags, lower your fairy-tail standards and act desperate. They'll circle like vultures, and be happy to help you with your quest for the desolation of your smog little vigina hole to pop the'i cherry heart of your mountain. And woo you. I am more interested in girls who dont still have a hymen of a 12 year old. I may be "creepy". But even i have standards higher than your run of the mill justin beaver fan base.
Honestly. Get! Go get laid. We all do what we do because of sex. Its used to market. Because of this very reason. And i have very skillfully take. My time with virgins before. And well. I kinda more seek the naughty girls now and days. A chick who knows how to fuck and loves to very regularly in a real relationship that involes all the other adult big person things in life. Like going for walks together with my girls, eatting dinners, watching movies, playing some video games, going shopping, reading books, going to the liquor store and buying more jack and vodka, going to fashion shows. And hot showers together. You know? The relationship stuff?
So! Lets start this bitch!
"Who are you?" You ask. Well. I am known as Devon Wheat. Of the Wheat tang clan of the kelly park region of the land of red oaks. Born at the mile high foot of the rockies in colorado to migrate as a boy to become the smart fine man i am today in iowa and now nebraska.
there is and will be, truly no reason for any of this online world for me other than broaden my search and to allow me the freedom to which i can combine the letters of a life in which i seek what all men seek, but few know the right words of how to express it. i seek to be changed by the connection with a romantic sexual partner with whom i will mate with and raise a family of other red bearded boys and maybe a red headed girl like that out of the movie brave..
Well. Lets see. Do i describe myself in the physical?, or relative terms of life or should i weave a tail of wonder and romance, filled with adventure, loss, pain, joy, sadness, broken love, romance, and friendship.
Should i suffice? By describing my relation ship to the world and how i view it?
1). 1). I came from a very small sperm into the conception in a south american jungle 29 years and 9-1/2 months ago where my parents where working for national geographic's surveying the pyramids of; El Mirador, El Danta, El Tigre, and Tikal Temple, covered in jungle. And, there was this ovum that came from my mom, but I'm pretty sure that I was mostly the sperm on my dads part. For the rest of most my cognitive life. I have been a large soft lonely man, seeking my partner. Watching others find so easily what at times I envy. I am tired of being alone and not good enough. i find it odd that wanting someone in my life makes me seem undesirable to women who flounder over guys who really don't respect or care about them.
the rest is for those who will verbosely pontificate about who I am; You may do so here and now in the digital space of ignorance and apathy. while at times, i can see you clearly.
where i am going i have not really a clue where i will end up, and i do at times envy the simplicity of others assumed lives; for we all suffer from this mental darkness of the human mind and soul. some are closer to the light while others are truly farther away but none are in the light for to do so would be to enter into the flame.
2). My personal passion is creating things, building with my hands and bron. My medium is steel. My method is to daydream of shapes and objects that are interesting and sketch them out on paper, or in my head. I keep my eye out for art work in towns and on the Internet, and sometimes add their ideas, or adapt them to my style. I also find functional items to be the most beautiful.
When I am welding, I am in my own world. I flash into a different zone far from the distractions and busy-work of my everyday life. I am mesmerized by the light, the heat, and the power to transform and build with a sold material that only heat or a great, great pressure can destroy. Being at my workbench, I am in my own world and able to think about what is important. I can play the scenes and problems from my day, or life; in my mind and puzzle my way through solutions for some of the things that may be bothering me, or wish if only I could have changed the path in my life.
For me, welding, "playing with bolts of lighting," is symbolic of a drive to change and create things in a permanent way; to use tools and skills to create a new treasure, a useful structure, a gift for a friend that will make them happy or repair those things others can not and make it better..
When I don't know how to do something, I play around until I stumble upon it and when it's beyond me, I ask others. One of my greatest pleasures is learning from experts who take time to teach me and talk me through techniques that make me better at what I just naturally do.
This skill has lead me thru life as my guide. And at 28 yrs old i am a supervising crew Forman for a company here in omaha.
3). On 12/12/13. My child of 3 yrs died in my hands after 7 hrs of pain and struggling and fighting her injuries. I rushed home from a job and was able to be with her and tell her it was truly okay and fight with her. . I know she knew i loved her more than any. And i know i was her best friend. Her accident with a truck has left my other child and i in a tough spot. Sofe's little sister hasn't really spent a day alone with out sofe. And both up until recently were by my side every day of both their lives.
To be clear. My dogs are my children. I see other people lock dogs in a kennel all day and night. Imprison and impede that soul of life and daily experiences and than tell me they love their dogs. And i shudder to think how they treat a human child. And in my past i lost an unborn child to one such woman. And i will never again give my time and energy to that kind of selfish person.
I drove 95 miles an hour home 3.5 hrs from a job to be by the side of my best friend and held her head and pet her and cried when she died. My day and week went to shit. And rode home for the last time with my pal snuggled in a blinket, and burried her at home by the tree in the front yard. I lost a good friend and kid. But i have photos and memories.
I would turn the world over for my family or the ones i love.
4). example of my character.
I had just delivered 3,000 pounds of steel to a customer of mine today, in my 6,000 pound truck running down a gravel road at maybe 45mph. Two farm cats playing and enjoying life popped out of the ditch at someone's mailbox. I caught the straggler. Sadly I killed it. Sadly its day enjoying the weather with its partner was gone. And I did it. Brakes locked up, and come to a stop. I felt the thump and I could see the cat laying in the road. I backed up and got out. I knelled down there with it while it struggled in pain for the last few moments of life, scared and in shock. With strong soft hands I talked to it while running my fingers on its head. Attempting to sooth it as best as I could. Knowing I killed it, didn't make me happy, I was not boisterous, I didn't cheer. I am sad I took a innocent life like that, I know without a doubt it was just bad timing that brought our paths together. But at that intersection, I respected its life. I waited, while the friend cat stood 60 ft away trying to understand what was going on. My day was altered. My path in life was giving me a moment to reflect and analyze how fast life, can change.
Truck parked there in the road I retrieved the cat, and carried it with what some may call foolishness, but what I call respect, to the yard where it and its friend waiting there behind and underneath a truck tire parked in the driveway. Some kids bikes where in the yard and it was clear they may have had a connection. I carried the cat to a decent place to lay it, out of easy sight of any children returning home. And walked back to the house and knocked. Stood there tall. And waited. No answer.
Returning to my truck I retrieved a piece of pad paper and began to write a note. Leaving the description of events, my attempt to console the cat, and my respects for it afterward and the location I placed it. Along with my information, and placed it straight in the screen door. And on the way back to my truck the other cat still in its assumed safe place watched me. I said sorry and left.
That's the kind of man I am.
**update to this event. as of April 25th 2013**
i received a letter in my mail box today from a child's hand writing combined with the addressing and obvious events of a parent. it was from a girl Emily. 11 yrs old. she was sad to have lost her kitten White Socks. and was telling me that she was sorry i was the one who ran over her cat. but was thanking me for my efforts and acknowledgement of her cat
there was also a little note from the mom. telling me that it was kind of me to leave the note and that i was a decent man. and also saying sorry that i had been in the situation but that i had respected their family and she was thankful for my efforts.