I firmly believe true romance may very well be dead, thanks to technological buffers like this dating site and the dying art of real, face to face communication. Don't text me, call me: I dare you.
I also dare you to prove me wrong regarding any of the above statements. I'm open-minded like that.
If you don't like getting dirty (Literally, covered in dirt) and digging up antiques and artifacts from the ground, don't bother messaging me. If you are a fundamentalist Christian or believe that global climate change is a liberal conspiracy and Michelle Bachmann is your hero - go fuck yourself.
I have the shittiest car in the entire world. It is so shitty that people laugh at me when I'm at a red light. I have a shitty car because it makes me laugh - and I love to laugh. I don't care about owning shit. Poor people buy shit, lots of fancy, shiny shit so they don't look poor. I'm not poor (but i'm not rich either so don't expect me to give you a bunch of money)
On a similar note, people with small dicks buy nice cars as well. I do not have a small dick. If you are offended by my use of the word "dick" in my summary, don't bother messaging me.
If you are a genetically superior female and believe in life, love and fun, and are not at all offended by anything I have just said - well then what are you waiting for? -- send me a fucking message.
a Connecticut yankee in king arthur's court
Pillars of the Earth
The Gutenberg Bible
The Lonely Island