| My ethnicity is | White |
| Height | 6'1" (185 cm) |
| Status | Single |
| Seeking | Friends/Long-term/Dating |
| Body type | Athletic build |
| Have children | No children |
| Smoking | Hate smoking |
| Drinking | Drink socially |
| Nickname | Sites, Man, 53 |
| Location | Statesboro, Georgia, USA |
| Looking for a | Woman, aged 26 - 36, Any Ethnicity |
| My ethnicity is | White |
| Height | 6'1" (185 cm) |
| Status | Single |
| Seeking | Friends/Long-term/Dating |
| Body type | Athletic build |
| Have children | No children |
| Smoking | Hate smoking |
| Drinking | Drink socially |
"Get off my lawn."
I'm a pheromone!
*Cue your own theme music & try to relax*
As you read this, I'm quietly plotting galactic colonization from a pocket calculator in a remote location. In my spare time I like to breath in and out, utilizing my lungs. Life is good. I'm not too needy & quite easy to read. Willing and able to communicate. Let me show you...
Calamari is not a tasty dish. I think less of people who claim to enjoy it. Sushi is something that I will almost never suggest on my own. I'll only do sushi when with someone who insists on doing sushi. Problem is, even when it's good sushi, it's still just sushi.
I was educated in Chemistry, self-taught with everything else. Run my own computer/IT service business. Play guitars and stuff. Not scared of a stage or a crowd, but it takes a special brand of stupid to really get me going. Although I can be type A, I prefer to maintain a low-key & easy-going disposition. There's already enough noise in the world if you ask me. Irish by way of Alabama. Skateboarder from the old-school 80's era. I hate complacency, ignorance, movie theaters, radio-rap, the current phenomena of social-networking, and the people in charge of this country. I love hole-in-the-wall bars & unsigned bands.
I'm nice in the kitchen. I have all my teeth, one tattoo (not that I wouldn't get more), no piercings (other than earrings I haven't worn since high school) & shave my head, because I'm going bald anyway. But please believe, I got that good hair. The hair on my face has several colors in it, from red to black. My eyes change color, but I can't always see them so I rely on others to tell me. I'm 6'2" and I weigh in at 190-200lbs, depending on the weather and other uncontrollable variables such as availability of roadkill in my area. I've always been an active person & I often have to run from the cops, so I stay in shape without all the obsessive-compulsive gym routines. I back up my arguments and admit when I'm wrong. I have fathered no children and carry no STD's. I'm not an ALL CAPS kinda person (at least not ALL THE TIME). Billy Mays (RIP) was an all caps kinda guy and I can respect that. If you aren't the queen of infomercials, I suggest you tone it down a bit.
Animals and kids like me, so I guess that means I'm a decent guy. Maybe I just smell like food. Women don't like a guy that thinks he's smarter than they are so it's a good thing I'm not. I don't care if the toilet paper rolls over the top or underneath on the roller but I can't stand seeing peanut butter, honey or syrup in the fridge. They just don't belong there. Ketchup, however, is a different bottle of sauce, and I'm definitely a different breed of dude. I wake up early so I can get a breath of fresh air before everybody else's breath gets in it. The single one thing that could even possibly ever set me apart from nothing in particular is all the many multiple numerous simple little things about my character that add up to a barely even noticeable difference (above or below average is your call) presented to you here and now as the sum total of whatever you've gathered thus far, upon which I have elaborated briefly and presented in the following paragraphs hoping not to bore you.
Me so simple. I come with no instructions, a wide range of interests, large gaps in my memory, and free refills. I'm a self-taught kind of person with a follow-my-nose-like sense of direction and curiosity. Passionate/liberal about a great many things, yet ever so slightly more reserved/conservative about others. Beyond that, I'm probably the same as the person you were just complaining about. Drama and games are the norm around me. I leap before I look and play with matches while running barefoot with scissors in my hand. What, besides the word pair, distinguishes plurality or singularity with the word scissors anyway? Reminds me of a lyric.. Save your scissors, for someone else's skin.
Pardon my Irish, but just because I'm from Alabama doesn't mean you can get away with talking that stupid shit. I drive fast, so I don't get followed. I like being outside, or at least near a door or window with an outside view, just in case I need to run for it. My idea of fun is a slinky and fourteen flights of stairs. I like the stuff they give you at the dentist right before you wake up wondering what happened. I also immensely enjoy chasing cars at night while wearing all black, a motorcycle helmet and carrying fists full of glow-sticks.
The only thing I regret in this life is not sporting a mullet wig more often. I want a boat, a garden, a greenhouse, a wood shop, a garage, an indoor mini half-pipe, and a fireman's pole to an underground room with a sliding wall panel behind which will be a hidden stairwell to a secret lair with a revolving bookshelf triggered by the pull of who knows which dusty leather-bound book that I really just wanted to look at the pictures in. I've been told that I'm too intense, but WTF does she know? As passionate as I am about everything that I do I'm still peaceful, guided by logic, reason, and the pursuit of truth and understanding. Or, overstanding, if that's your thing. I don't do much church but that doesn't mean I wouldn't attend regularly with the right person. I'm aware of The Spirit Which Moves Through All Things and I give thanks and praises. Instead of saying 'amen', I say "ahem, ahem, ahem ahem, ahem, ahem ahem, ahem, ahem... Ahem... AHEM!"
You might say I'm one who bridges the gaps between otherwise incompatible cliques and social circles. Don't make the mistake of thinking that I get along with everyone. Kumbaya isn't on my iPod, but I've played guitar for almost 20 years & I spend most of my spare time between instruments or doing something with computers. You can typically find me humming my own tune.
As a senior in college, majoring in chemistry, I dropped out of school after an accident one day in lab. No one was injured, but the building was condemned shortly thereafter. I'm writing this from jail, and I'm accepting donations through paypal for relocation after I get out.
Robert A Heinlein said this...
"A human being should be able to change a diaper, plan an invasion, butcher a hog, conn a ship, design a building, write a sonnet, balance accounts, build a wall, set a bone, comfort the dying, take orders, give orders, cooperate, act alone, solve equations, analyze a new problem, pitch manure, program a computer, cook a tasty meal, fight efficiently, die gallantly. Specialization is for insects."
I'm well read, self-educated, self-actuating, and quite opinionated. However, I don't force my opinions on folks. I'm just better than some at expressing myself with clarity and detail. I'm also capable of taking criticism & mature enough to disagree with someone without it being the destruction of a friendship. I can't say the same about many of you I've met thus far. Call me a devil's advocate if you like.
Getting down to brass tax... I'm the sum total of my decisions. Sometimes I even learn from my mistakes. A serious relationship takes an investment of time & effort. Let's face it. It takes work. The trick is finding someone you can work with. It's all about loving your job, not just being happy when it's payday. Like a pedal-boat, it takes two people working in tandem to get anywhere. It would be nice to quit pedaling at all and the relationship could coast along, but it usually just goes in circles. I don't understand the fascination some people have with going in circles. I've also learned that I don't need to jump into anything other than swimming pools & half-pipes. Furthermore, I try not to spread eggshells around your feet, or leave my baggage lying around in the dark for you to trip over.
Somewhere beyond this endlessly sarcastic stream of consciousness is a more polite, subtle, romantic, attentive, concerned, forgiving, cooperative, supportive, inspiring, & easier to deal with jackass.
I am looking for
Somewhere beyond this nonsense you were the Eves. Initiators of esoteric secret and keepers of botanical knowledge. I seek something that has been seemingly within reach but nonetheless elusive.
Before you read the rest of this profile you should know two things. 1) You will most likely read something that will offend you. 2) Even though you will probably never hear these things said out loud by anyone, more guys feel the same way about you than you can imagine. I mean, ya really gotta dig deep if you want to find this kinda honesty. What else can I say besides, "You came looking for it." ?
Is this interracial dating, or international dating? I can't tell anymore, but I'm pretty sure there aren't really this many girls in central Africa interested me. I sure as hell am not interested in them. Something just doesn't seem right. This site is full of fake profiles & they're pretty easy to spot if you know what to look for. Moving on...
"'Fun' has become the single last bastion, the irreproachable emblem, of modern life. All other values, all indicators of a civilized, sane society, are sacrificed and forgotten, considered 'boring' - whilst 'fun' rules with a ruthless and unchallenged supremacy." --Anna Freeman
Why do so many of you have such monstrous egos? I use the word "monstrous" both literally and figuratively. It's not cute & your face, butt & boobs don't make up for it. If I can not doubt the sh't you say, does freedom exist?
I don't want "Separated" anywhere near me. Go finish off that failed marriage first, then maybe we can talk. Also, women with children... I'm open to the idea, but only under certain criteria. Let's just leave it at that for now. Another thing, if you think you are going to get to know me via text messaging then you need to pull your head out of the sand and realize some simple facts. Texting is the most inefficient way of getting to know someone and it's only real value is in sending short simple messages such as, "I'm ready to go now." It ranks up there on the list of 'dumb ways to communicate in the new millennium' right behind Morse code and carrier pigeons. I'll email you over and over and over and over again, if necessary, but you can shove your unlimited text plan where the sun doesn't shine because I'm not about to play hide n seek games in your walled garden.
I'm looking for someone who's kinda like me in some ways. Someone with a sense of honor and duty to life itself, not just to themselves or some pop-culture ideals of how things should be. I need someone I can enjoy broadening my horizons with. Someone who likes mushrooms on their pizza, if you catch my drift. It would also be a plus if she can tell when I'm just joking around. When we find each other, we can walk to the nearest Waffle House, which just happens to be right next to the nearest strip club. My ex-girlfriend's ex-girlfriend (from my last job) works there and she will hook us up with hot waffles and peanut butter. By the way, if you recently noticed that they now serve the aforementioned delicacy you can thank yours truly for planting that seed many moons ago. It's no coincidence, I assure you.
If I can't find that special person, I'll settle for someone with a good stripper name who thinks that their personality makes them unique. If she pokes her lips out in all her pictures and plans on taking over the world one red carpet at a time, that would be wonderful. So, if you're obsessed with material success, and generally blind to the damage you inflict on the world around you at large then holla at a mug. At least then I'd know the entire encounter would be superficial and I wouldn't have to waste time caring what you think or respecting you at all.
Is the English language really that difficult? There are so many women here who can barely write it, legibly, and it's their native tongue!! WTF is up with that? If English is your second or third language, then I applaud you. Good luck with the rest of your efforts.
Here's what I think (in parenthesis) when I'm reading stuff around here "in quotations".
"drama free" --- (i don't believe it for a minute)
"well traveled" --- (that doesn't mean you're well informed)
"well informed" --- (that doesn't mean you're well informed)
"treat me like a queen" --- (i don't heed to the rule of monarchy)
"looking for my prince or king" -- (looking for your incest thing?)
"I'm a go-getter" --- (well then get going)
"I'm funny" --- (who's laughing?)
"love to have fun" --- (never heard that one before)
"love to laugh" --- (you love to be entertained)
"spoiled, grown and sexy, fashionista, etc" --- (change your diaper)
"very spontaneous" -c===B lowMe
"i love music!" --- (no sh*t Sherlock, who doesn't?)
"live, laugh, love" --- (what is this, attack of the brain-eating zombie clones?)
"extravagantly approaching each day with zest" --- (enough with the cliché)
"living life to the fullest" --- (what did I just say about cliché?)
Another overused phrase around here by half-wits is...
___ is key.
Patience is key. Passion is key. Attitude is key. Chemistry is key. Substance is key. Respect is key. Trust is key. Honesty is key. Ambition is key. Positivity is key. Affection is key. Key key key key KEY KEY KEY!!
What the f***ing f**k are you looking for? A janitor? Are you a spare key? Because you are all practically clones.
I rarely go a day without hearing one of the following phrases.
"I can't stand you."
"You make me sick."
"Get outta my face."
"I think you've had enough."
"Give me the keys."
I don't see anything attractive about being a total contradiction to one's own words and ideals. It's appalling to see how many of you think being this way is a badge of honor. I have ripped rappers apart with more words per minute than you can hear in a speed reading school but if you use terms like swag, dis, dat, da, keep it real, or any other similar crap then do not contact me. I swear to the borderlander blood in my veins I will not tolerate the ignorance and filth that spews forth from that wretched "culture" for five seconds. Outside of the likes of KRS-One, Def Jux, or true Old School artists I couldn't care less about the entire genre anymore, nor your opinion if you are offended by these remarks. If you don't get it, click the red X, find a boat with a hole & jump in it.
One thing that cracks me up to see around here is the following sentence...
"I like older established white men because they know what they want and... Blah blah blah... I'm basically a prostitute." (I added the last part)
And what the hell is with all you "sexy nerds" popping up all of a sudden. Does the concept of integrity and honesty mean anything to you? Real nerds & geeks never acted like you fake twats & they also don't believe your front for a fraction of a second. Those glasses you sport aren't going to hide your fraud. When you're an idiot, it stands out no matter what fashionable accessories you try to hide behind.
One final point I'd like to make to those who describe themselves in a nutshell... Doesn't that make you a complete nut? And if anything you've read here has you inflamed, outraged, or doubting yourself, then you're probably onto something. If you're laughing, then we are probably both on the same 'something'.
Well, that just about does it. My presentation is finally grinding to a halt. I paid for it, so if you don't like it then boo-hoo for you. Get off my property. The time has come to make a decision. May your conscience be your guide when casting your vote, even though I'm not running, pedaling, hopping, skipping or jumping for office. In parting I present you with a nugget of knowledge to help you through tough times. If you lend someone $20 and you never see that person again, it was probably worth it.
OK... One last declaration to make. I have my own business in Georgia. Doubt I'll be taking over the rest of the North American market anytime soon, so traveling for dates is not on my agenda. If you want to travel here to meet me that's great. If you think we should be together, just realize that it will require you to relocate. I love what I do, so outside of some miraculous change of events this is the way things are.
Enjoy the music...
"Romeo And The Lonely Girl" by Thin Lizzy
Romeo and the lonely girl
They seemed to hit it off
Till Romeo told the lonely girl
"I must take my leave, my love"
It was these few words I overheard
And thought, "I should move in"
But before I could
The lonely girl had fallen in love again
Oh poor Romeo
Sitting out on his own-ee-o
Oh poor Romeo
Romeo he had it rough
The guy you'd like to burn
But everything that Romeo had
You can bet it was well earned
For all his good looks there were scars that he took
And a lesson to be learned
Never judge lovers by a good looking covers
The story might be spurned
Oh poor Romeo
Sitting out on his own-ee-o
Oh poor Romeo
Romeo he like to put it around
He was everybody's friend
But in the end even Romeo found
On no one could he depend
For all his charms in someone else's arms
Lonely girl safely lay
When the train pulled in it had to leave again
And Romeo pulled away
Oh poor Romeo
Sitting all on his own-ee-o
Oh poor Romeo
Here's a quote from Mihaly Csikszentmihalyi
"Most of us spend many hours each week watching celebrated athletes playing in enormous stadiums. Instead of making music, we listen to platinum records cut by millionaire musicians. Instead of making art, we go to admire paintings that brought in the highest bids at the latest auction. We do not run risks acting on our beliefs, but occupy hours each day watching actors who pretend to have adventures, engaged in mock-meaningful action. This vicarious participation is able to mask, at least temporarily, the underlying emptiness of wasted time. But it is a very pale substitute for attention invested in real challenges. The flow experience that results from the use of skills leads to growth; passive entertainment leads nowhere. Collectively we are wasting each year the equivalent of millions of years of human consciousness. The energy that could be used to focus on complex goals, to provide enjoyable growth, is squandered on patterns of stimulation that only mimic reality."
Marinate on that.
"Leprechauns, castles, good luck and laughter. Lullabies, dreams and love ever after. Poems and songs with pipes and drums. A thousand welcomes when anyone comes... That's the Irish for you!"