SIMILAR PEOPLE
on 377 reviews
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ThelmaOnline
Woman. 25 years old. Zodiac sign: Scorpio.
Looking for: man. In age: 22-32
Strongly dislike filling this part out. I'm pretty easy to get along with so feel free to ask me anything. =)
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PresleyOnline
Woman. 22 years old. Zodiac sign: Aries.
Looking for: man. In age: 19-29
I dont really have any hobbies, but I do work, go to college, and try to take care of my 2 year old daughter, i am now a single mother and it is very hardIF YOUR OVER 30 I WILL NOT REPLY BACK I AM LOOKING FOR AGES ***IF YOU HAVE ANYTHING TO DO WITH DRUGS DONT ****IN TALK TO ME and of story
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ChristeneOnline
Woman. 24 years old. Zodiac sign: Capricorn.
Looking for: man. In age: 21-31
I don't really know many people around here... What I'm looking for right now is someone to hang out with, to chat with, to flirt with... Anything more than that is a nice bonus. So picture this:You are totally waiting at a bar for me to arrive. You're nervously sipping on a glass with little umbrellas in it or something, asking yourself whether you're about to meet a psycho-****, because every chick you've been on date with lately has been, big surprise, a psycho-****. There is some brief character background as we flashback to earlier dates throughout the ages, helping the audience get to know you a little better and establishing a solid sense of relatability.Suddenly there is a flash of light, and I materialize out of the smoldering mist. I look totally awesome and also I'm wearing a cape, which you would think would be like weird or something, but it's not."Whoa!" you say. "That was totally the coolest entrance I've ever seen!" And you're right about it.I shrug humbly and we sit down and have a great conversation. I tell you about myself, the things I am, the things I believe, the ways I like to spend my time, and you STILL do not roll your eyes or yawn or play on your phone... THAT, sir, is how interested you are.Then, BAM! Four armed gunmen break into the place and start demanding cash and jewelry. Curious, isn't it, that this rag--POW! I take out the guy closest to me without even batting an eye, because I have seen the Matrix eight times, and AIN'T NOBODY MESSIN' WITH ME OR MY TEMPORARY CONVERSATION PARTNER. A backflip and BOOM! Two more hit the ground. You are totally impressed. Probably hard, but I'm like, whatever.The last gunman quivers with fear at my approach. He panics, grabbing the closest civilian and holding them at gunpoint. "I'LL DO IT, ****!" he screams, sweating bullets. "DON'T MAKE ME DO IT! I'LL DO IT!" I have red hair. You're into it.Thinking fast, I grab a nearby fork from a tabletop and throw in a seemingly random direction. The fork ricochets off a bunch of nonsense and lands in the fourth gunmen's eyeball. He will spend years paying the hospital bill because the poor economy has left him unable to afford medical insurance.Meanwhile, everyone is coming up to me, trying to thank me and congratulate me on a job well done. But I'm just like "Gimme my space, ya'll. I'm with MY MAN."Then we ride away on motorcycle. Made out of fire.And I don't even have a license.Cuz I'm a girl.