Jmac

• Canby
• Oregon
• United States

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Man. 27 years old. Zodiac sign: Leo.

Looking for: woman. In age: 19-25

Hi! My name is Jmac. I am never married catholic caucasian man without kids from Canby, Oregon, United States. Now I'm looking for new relationships. I want to meet a woman, love of my life.

Kerr

• Canby
• Oregon
• United States

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Man. 28 years old. Zodiac sign: Aquarius.

Looking for: woman. In age: 25-35

Ever heard the phrase "You got one life to live, so you better make it count"? That's me. Someone once said if your not moving, your dead. So I keep myself pretty busy. For the most part I'm a hard working guy, but when I'm not at work I like to spend time with my family and friends. I'm always trying new things. I love movies, it's a passion of mine and something I hope to do someday. It's important to me that I do something I love, not just any job that pays the bills. I also like to get out and travel. I have friends all over the country so I like to visit them when I can (keeps vacations cheap, :-p ). I love music. It's had a very big affect on my life. My favorite band is Deftones, but I've been taking a growing interest in Bassnectar. I like to get out on the town when I can. Catch a good concert, ball game, or just get out and have a good time with my friends. Friends are the family we chose, and I'm glad to say I got some good ones.What I'm looking for is someone willing to be a little adventurous. I want to meet someone motivated who knows what they want out of life. Not just sit at home all day and dream about what could be done. I like to engage the people I'm around. I want to know their honest opinions and thoughts. I'm at a point in my life where I'm having a lot of fun, but I still have my mind on the future. There's a lot I want to do. And I'm looking for someone who could be a part of that. Give me a shot. You won't regret it. ;-) I think the first date should always leave time to talk and get to know the other person. Dinner is the classic example, but I'm also game for a ball game, or mini golf, or whatever. As long as there's time to get to know one another, I'm down.

Sydney

• Canby
• Oregon
• United States

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Man. 27 years old. Zodiac sign: Pisces.

Looking for: woman. In age: 24-34

;dirty south". I really don't know what to say here so, for now, I will post some of my writing:Paper Boats and Sewage DrainsI guess there's not alot to say here, just words sent out on a paper boat. Watch it go down the street, carried by the stream from last night's rain fall. If you would ask me what I would do if I founds a home, I would tell you that I would keep moving. There are those that a road is a home to them. What hell that must be. Paper boats and sewage drains. He sat in the boat, clutching the whiskey by the neck Chugging away at it's soul he was surrounded by the nude bodies of women he knew. They swam around in the dirt and rain water on the street. He wondered if their momentum carried the boat faster. He slumped downward resting his back on the crumbling surface, and looked to the sky. It was a good day, the sun could be seen. Careful not to blind himself, he looked around his surroundings. People walked down the street, they paid no attention. A mother, a friend, teachers. They all were teachers. He too comfort in the chaos. He looked over paper edges and saw the sewage grate coming. He stood tall, and began to empty the bottle. Further and further the liqour entered his system. Enough so that the consequences seemed irrelevant.Drink and drink even further. He did so until he felt the boat spiral, but his eyes were shut tightly as he felt the burning of whiskey on his throat. A child, blonde with round cheeks, sat on the street curb watching this occurence while her mother had a hand on her shoulder. The child looked on with wonder while the mother was apathetic. She knew it would happen eventually. He was lost in the water finally letting go of the bottle. He sunk deep down, The last thing he saw was the bottle bobing up and down at the surface. A tombtstone at sea.No More Cold Shackles On Your Feet.Just a few more mornings without an albatross. No more words. Put it back in the bottle and hurtle it to sea, with no land in sight. No more lost waves, it will sit idle in the middle of that ocean. The waves, they no longer curve for you. The bottle stands upright, proud and tall, from the water, serving as a warning to the sailors. “Turn around,” it whispers into the wind,” You may lack the constitution to brave the waves.” I’m coming around. Taking into consideration that school of thought, it may be easier, but not the best. I usually prefer coffee and conversation. Isn't that what it is supposed to be?