| About | Non-Smoker with Athletic body type | City | Winnipeg Manitoba | |
| Details | 26 year old Man, 6' 0" (183 cm), Non-Religious | Ethnicity | Caucasian Capricorn with Brown hair | |
| Intent | MediumOrange is looking for a relationship. | |||
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| I am Seeking a | Woman | For | Long Term | |
| Needs Test | View his relationship needs | Chemistry | View his chemistry results | |
| Do you drink? | Socially | Do you want children? | Undecided/Open | |
| Marital Status | Single | Do you do drugs? | No | |
| Pets | No Pets | Eye Color | Brown | |
| Profession | Student/ Retail | Do you have children? | No | |
| Education | Bachelors degree | Do you have a car? | Yes |
Relationship
Relationship History The longest relationship MediumOrange has been in was under 1 year. |
Interests
About Me
Hey,
Thanks for checking out my (pictureless) profile. I'm not sure if you're just browsing randomly or if I've contacted you and you're trying to see if I out myself as a serial killer in here, but in any case, I'll try not to be boring.
I've been around this site for a bit now, and although I haven't had much luck in finding people I'd like to meet in person without some kind of stab-proof vest on, I do think there are quite a few people here that are/ would be pretty interesting to talk to. That's not to say that I'm against meeting people or starting a relationship, I just really enjoy not having stab wounds and I'm not falling for the old "hey, nice profile, can you meet me at this abandoned warehouse tonight? PS: come alone and bring any valuables you might have". Not that there's anything wrong with Craigslist personals if that's your thing.
You've probably noticed I'm a little long-winded. I find most of the profiles I like to read are pretty long, so I figured I'd steal the idea. Oddly enough though, very few people on here seem to grasp the idea of paragraphs. Giant bricks of text can be impressive, intimidating works of creation, but I think they work a lot better in things that aren't meant to be read like licence agreements on software or McDonald's nutrition information/ Surgeon General's warning.
If you're still not down with lots of words, aeriated as I've made them, you should probably stop reading. I'm not trying to be condescending or anything, but it's just going to get worse from here and I dont think it's like dark chocolate where it sorta grows on you over time. (I personally think dark chocolate is gross, but people usually tell me that if I eat it more, I'll like it. I take their word for it because I'd rather not eat any more of that tar. If I want something bitter and offensive, I'll watch Fox after an Obama speech).
Still with me? I know this is a bit of a read compared to lots of other profiles, but hopefully you're at least getting some entertainment out of my awkward attempts at humor. Anyway, now that you're more or less entrapped by the time investment you've already put into reading this, I'd like to shift to a topic that I feel is at least important enough to prattle on about for a few paragraphs to anyone who'll listen; Commas.
Ever learn something, use it for a while, find out it's wrong, then keep using it anyway? That's pretty much me and commas. I love using them, they make sentences flow almost perpetually and generally make the language way less robotic-reading. I always though I was pretty good at using them and I never hesitated to copiously employ them in assignments and exams. This golden age of written english, much like that of Rome, wasn't meant to be, and all came crashing down in my university-mandated written requirement english course.
Long story short, apparently people in that faculty are pretty passionate about punctuation. I got a bunch of assignments back with borderline threats regarding my near-circular friend and I'd have to say my grade was probably affected in the end. Luckily for me though, that was the only english course I've ever taken and nobody else really seems to care about commas, at least noboday else has called me out on it. I'm bring this story up mainly as an appology to anyone who knows how commas are really supposed to work and is for some reason being forced to read this mockery of their eloquent system. Sorry,
I think eight paragraphs is probably a lot to ask people to read on this kind of thing, so I'll try to come to some kind of conclusion. If you've actually read this far and haven't just jumped ahead, thanks for your time. If you just jumped ahead, good for you, that's pretty much how you get ahead in the world. Anyway, whoever you are, drop me a line if you'd like to chat.
Thanks for checking out my (pictureless) profile. I'm not sure if you're just browsing randomly or if I've contacted you and you're trying to see if I out myself as a serial killer in here, but in any case, I'll try not to be boring.
I've been around this site for a bit now, and although I haven't had much luck in finding people I'd like to meet in person without some kind of stab-proof vest on, I do think there are quite a few people here that are/ would be pretty interesting to talk to. That's not to say that I'm against meeting people or starting a relationship, I just really enjoy not having stab wounds and I'm not falling for the old "hey, nice profile, can you meet me at this abandoned warehouse tonight? PS: come alone and bring any valuables you might have". Not that there's anything wrong with Craigslist personals if that's your thing.
You've probably noticed I'm a little long-winded. I find most of the profiles I like to read are pretty long, so I figured I'd steal the idea. Oddly enough though, very few people on here seem to grasp the idea of paragraphs. Giant bricks of text can be impressive, intimidating works of creation, but I think they work a lot better in things that aren't meant to be read like licence agreements on software or McDonald's nutrition information/ Surgeon General's warning.
If you're still not down with lots of words, aeriated as I've made them, you should probably stop reading. I'm not trying to be condescending or anything, but it's just going to get worse from here and I dont think it's like dark chocolate where it sorta grows on you over time. (I personally think dark chocolate is gross, but people usually tell me that if I eat it more, I'll like it. I take their word for it because I'd rather not eat any more of that tar. If I want something bitter and offensive, I'll watch Fox after an Obama speech).
Still with me? I know this is a bit of a read compared to lots of other profiles, but hopefully you're at least getting some entertainment out of my awkward attempts at humor. Anyway, now that you're more or less entrapped by the time investment you've already put into reading this, I'd like to shift to a topic that I feel is at least important enough to prattle on about for a few paragraphs to anyone who'll listen; Commas.
Ever learn something, use it for a while, find out it's wrong, then keep using it anyway? That's pretty much me and commas. I love using them, they make sentences flow almost perpetually and generally make the language way less robotic-reading. I always though I was pretty good at using them and I never hesitated to copiously employ them in assignments and exams. This golden age of written english, much like that of Rome, wasn't meant to be, and all came crashing down in my university-mandated written requirement english course.
Long story short, apparently people in that faculty are pretty passionate about punctuation. I got a bunch of assignments back with borderline threats regarding my near-circular friend and I'd have to say my grade was probably affected in the end. Luckily for me though, that was the only english course I've ever taken and nobody else really seems to care about commas, at least noboday else has called me out on it. I'm bring this story up mainly as an appology to anyone who knows how commas are really supposed to work and is for some reason being forced to read this mockery of their eloquent system. Sorry,
I think eight paragraphs is probably a lot to ask people to read on this kind of thing, so I'll try to come to some kind of conclusion. If you've actually read this far and haven't just jumped ahead, thanks for your time. If you just jumped ahead, good for you, that's pretty much how you get ahead in the world. Anyway, whoever you are, drop me a line if you'd like to chat.
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