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BerwinkenOffline
Man. 23 years old. Zodiac sign: Sagittarius.
Looking for: woman. In age: 18-25
Hi! My name is Berwinken. I am never married other african 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.
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AldinOnline
Man. 27 years old. Zodiac sign: Virgo.
Looking for: woman. In age: 24-34
To preface, I'm very passionate about health and fitness as that is what my business is in. I won't date any lady who isn't actively taking care of themselves health and fitness wise. I'm not a huge zealot of my faith, but it is important to me so I would also say that a woman of faith (Christian) is also a must. I'm a very fast paced and busy guy. Building a business is a lot of work, but I love what I do! But that's also why I'm on here. I hardly have time to go out and I'm very active so it's not really my thing to do anymore. Really looking to see if I could find a woman who will share my journey with me, push me to always be a better man, and will allow me to inspire her along the way. Love sports and anything active, I take care of my body and my health. Hunting, and being outdoors and camping are a lot of fun for me.I'm pretty close to my family, but also am kind of the maverick in my family. Have always been independent but still enjoy quality time with them. I'll be an uncle in a few months and really cannot wait to hold my niece/nephew for the first time!I like to go out and be social, but not big on the party scenes. Id much rather go to a place where I can still have a conversation over drinks with friends than to a club or something. I do enjoy swing, salsa and country dancing though.If you want to know more, just ask. I'm very low key when it comes to first dates. I like to get to know a woman before going to serious or romantic. Dinner and drinks, meet up for coffee, etc. Also like to go places that are fun, but not too loud that you can't have a good conversation.
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SydneyOnline
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?