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DouglassOnline
Man. 40 years old. Zodiac sign: Libra.
Looking for: woman. In age: 37-47
I would describe myself as adventurous and spontaneous. I live in the northwest suburbs and commute by train to the city for work. I love dogs and spending time outdoors. I enjoy being competitive without it consuming me. I enjoy smiling and making others laugh. I can definitely live in a moment but always keep at least one eye on the future. I've never been able to find a limit to my abilities as I am always pushing myself to be better in anything that I do. One thing I really want to improve in my life is taking advantage of every single day. Whether it's with keeping in shape or enjoying the smaller things. I'd like to build a bigger circle of friends here as well as possibly getting involved in some organized sports or events. Oh one more thing, i am told I look much better in person and I concur ;) Show up on time :)Seriously though, i get along with everyone and can make any situation fun! Hope you like to laugh ;)
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ReginoldOnline
Man. 40 years old. Zodiac sign: Cancer.
Looking for: woman. In age: 37-47
I enjoy the outdoors. I love to play golf bowling and socializing. I work on a golf course and I hope to be a superintendent of my own course in the near future. I am one of a kind a born leader and have never meet a stranger. I play guitar and enjoy listening to a veriaty of music. I love to travel especially to the coast love love love the beach and marshlands. Something simple so we can talk and get to know one another.
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RehoboamOnline
Man. 40 years old. Zodiac sign: Libra.
Looking for: woman. In age: 37-47
Lets begin with being friends.While extremely Active, I am easy going and laid back.Worshiping the sun.( I welcome the rain just as well)Passionate, creative, and positive.Enjoy rock n roll, along with cheap whiskey, I believe in the importance of detail and the ability to find beauty in anything, anywhere at any time.I do not hold expectations, nor do I believe in them.I am that I am. Loyalty, respect, honesty and attraction are corner stone.Comunication is key. To me, It truly seems to be a lost art.My 3 children 16, 14, and 9 (they rock!) currently live out west along with their mother.Feel free to reach out and ask me anything that comes to mind.Something that I wrote recently: ~ Someone I once knew ~He motors around frantically with out precision. Chewing down bone white rocks, always checking clocks, double tapping the dead bolt locks. Vitality a sewer drain, jumping down his throat. Grown old and misshapen. Whistling to the rain lost in this forest of pain. Wants to hide it while tap dancing upon a soapbox. Microphoning, it is the president he mocks. Make more chew more becoming retarded and frazzled like a whore on a hot busy summer night. Musty dusty and dirty oh so dirty. Dropping off picking up. Can crushing, ash stashing, pin holes. Hot iron sizzling sounds breathing in deep. Heart shapped Smoke that makes your eyes drop to a weep hoping to choke out minutes into a slithering creep.-JWB© ~political agenda~Back and forth driven past all the desperate chatter spit of this half toned boneless groan.Tending and mending with cadaver threads how the sickness covertly spreads throughout. Battle axe throats a liars moat. Hacked off jacked up on poisons overflowing political smut smashing generated faxes. Dial up dial down, dislocated emulator. Welcome to frown town. Where all is shiney and new. Extinction seems heavenly. Post dramatic stress is ordering fast food. Freakishly leaking a shifting shallow mood.Dangerously flocks among those that have fallen within the water that eludes them. Indecision cold clawed and naked in the shadows. Pressing folds upon a razors edge.Tired growing distraught attending fancy meetings among post modernist executives flash in the pan junkies full up and fattening on a mommies juice.Milked jilted packed in gluttony glitters ownership of glory. Frosted gooey and frozen. Squirm like a worm deficates decay. Mold into an enormous pile of abomination. Another million analysts puking out the jibber jabber of hateful disgust sent through a world wide wire.Tap it in and jam it! Overload on compulsive conventions. Swallowing seizures trying to hold onto back alley fiction. Weeping on a brokenness turned comfortably emotionless and empty. ~JWB© Open