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Rimouski, Honeoye Falls NY. Meridian Idaho horny rich officer. Wives search fucking panko coated irons
When I wrote the title, I was imagining some stoner kid, mid now and the 90's were 20+ years ago, so panko bread crumbs are way trendier. I'm rambling here, and free associating, but if you're the sort of person who's going to click on that title and actually answer this fucking thing, my guess is you don't care. Look, a weird rift in space/time continuum sent me to this town a few months ago, and since then I've found it welcoming, but I stay busy a lot, so I don't meet people a lot. Being that I'm posting such an ad, you must know that I enjoy putting my fingers out in any possible medium to find minds who aren't necessarily like mine in any way but being a bit of an odd ball. I'm in an odd and perhaps enviable position of getting paid for one of the arts I pursue. I'm skinny as hell, so if that's off putting, don't bother. What am I after? Great question. Write me an intriguing response. Ideally, we'll trade a few emails, and by the second one maybe a picture if we're mutually interested. Meet up at some point and see if we SEETHE with interest or just want to slap a high five when we inevitably run into each other in this way too small town. I like women of all kinds (I've either dated or been interested in dating and failed---I see that smirk, we've all been rejected---by such a wide variety that I don't even know how to portray it briefly), but my one true and defining propensity is that you can hold your own in our emails or conversations. Otherwise, who cares? You read this ad, so you must be at worst pretty freaking cool. What's your favorite song? |