THIS IS A BIT OF A ZOMBIE PROFILE AT THIS POINT, MEANING THAT I'M STILL SLOWLY WALKING AROUND LOOKING FOR BRAINS, BUT IT WILL BE HARD TO CONTACT ME.
I probably won't answer messages, but I'm happy to receive them.
I'm also not ashamed to admit that I have a fake female profile on this site as some sort of a reality check. The amount of bullshit is it collects is really amazing. I would like to apologize on behalf of a lot of other men. I'm genuinely sorry.
i´m also an adult and quite nice, despite the general tone of this profile. i am. really!
But the fact that I judge you on this makes me an arrogant jerk. It's as if someone is being judged on the mistakes in a foreign language.
So no lists here.
that slightly awkward but funny feeling you get when you browse okcupid-profiles and stumble across people you know
The absolute bullshit some of you guys write here.. 👌😄
I do wonder sometimes how much of this online persona is actually me. But then I remember that it doesn't matter at all and I think about nothing again.
I also would like to meet somebody who has a really high enemy rating (60% or above ) just to see if the algorithm is able to determine if I won't like someone. Male and female welcome. Fistfights are not mandatory.
And most important - If you agree to this:
it's great that apparently all you guys went to macchu pichu and India and whatnot. But this isn't flicker. And vacation pictures have always been boring. Seriously Kids - nobody cares.
And since I'm in rant mode already: MURAKAMI AND KAFKA ARE LEAST COMMON DENOMINATORS. THEY SHOULDN'T BE YOUR FAVORITES! Jesus Christ people, be original!
*wanders offstage cursing and gesturing*
*runs back on*
oh and one more thing: neukölln is NOT a city! don´t put that as your location. it means you are either too lazy to travel outside of your districts, or simply a pretentious shithead who judges people by the cool-o-meter rating of the district they live in. Like I just did. And yes, there is such a thing as a cool-o-meter.
But no worries. I don't hate you. I'm just bored by you. You know, it's the same thing you heard so many times before: It's me, not you.