SIMILAR PEOPLE
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RimonOnline
Man. 39 years old. Zodiac sign: Leo.
Looking for: woman. In age: 36-46
Hey what's up...I'm pretty new to this....figures I'd try it out, mostly out of boredom. Not sure what I'm looking for....maybe just chilling.....doing whatever. If u wanna message me than hit me up....I'll talk to anyone...its whatever. gonna more to this because this damn thing don't seem to be working...hit me up, for real.
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ShayeOnline
Man. 39 years old. Zodiac sign: Sagittarius.
Looking for: woman. In age: 36-46
I am a single dad who was lucky enough to get custody of my three year old son. I have a full time job working shift work as an operator in a plant. I'm shy at first but open up pretty quick I have a since of humor that ranges from sarcastic which can make certain people mad and upset to spur of the moment funny. I love hunting and fishing. I don't really know what else to say except this online thing is a lot harder than it seams in the since that for example if.you see someone your interested in so u message them and then u never hear from them and that leaves u wondering Jesus what's wrong with me am I fat do I look like a psycho or worse am I just flat out ugly. At least at a bar u can get a since if a person is interested in u before u go over there and try to convince that person u better than u really r. But on a good note if rejected online u don't have to continue seeing that person like when u get shot down in a bar or church or wherever u go to meet people. Hard to determine as long as both people have fun and hit it off I would consider that a successful one.
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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