SIMILAR PEOPLE
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HunterOnline
Man. 31 years old. Zodiac sign: Gemini.
Looking for: woman. In age: 18-20
2nd year of community college Love sports music cars planes lots of things! Netflix and golf is life. Skiing is the best, love dogs, especially puppies. Who doesn't like cute lil pups tho! Wooorrdddssss
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KennedyOnline
Man. 29 years old. Zodiac sign: Leo.
Looking for: woman. In age: 26-36
I avoided this part of my profile long enough, here goes... It's a good job but quite demanding. I'd like to explore more 'outdoorsy' interests but its not something my friends are into and no one likes doing those things alone. I'd like to go camping more often, try clam digging, and boating. I can't wait for river season. My interests are more on the creative side and less on the athletic side. I have a phobia of having my picture taken and I'm a nervous driver. I'm a little old fashioned. I love horror movies, tattoos, all genres of music...mostly. The ***'s was the best decade ever. I do better one on one than in big groups of people. I drive a kia, not because Its my dream car but because its cheap and its paid off.Turn ons-- Maturity, kindness, pedicured toes, creativity, open mindednessTurn offs-- I don't care what you do for a living just show me you are trying and not being lazy and making excuses. I'm quickly approaching my thirties and don't have a lot of patience for immaturity or drama queens, never did when I was younger either..I hope you are someone that is at the point where you finally know what you want out of a relationship. Something casual and low key, something of a mutual interest between us both.
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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?