| About | Non-Smoker with Athletic body type | City | West End British Columbia | |
| Details | 36 year old Man, 6' 1" (185 cm), Non-Religious | Ethnicity | Caucasian Pisces with Brown hair |
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| I am Seeking a | Woman | For | Dating | |
| 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 | Kidnapper | Do you have children? | No | |
| Education | Some university | Do you have a car? | N/A |
Relationship
Intent Hal 9000 is looking for a relationship. |
Relationship History The longest relationship Hal 9000 has been in was over 4 years long. |
Interests
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About Me
I am a well educated, sometimes cute (that means playfully sarcastic), physically fit male with big googly eyes, a chiselled jaw and a tendency to ramble about randomly concocted trivialities of no interest to anyone but yourself.
When I have time to breathe, I appreciate (as an armchair connoisseur) the transporting influence of canonical literature, film, heart-rending music and craft ale have over me, preferably all at once, without which, life would be grounded by an inconceivable reality.
When I have time to breathe, I appreciate (as an armchair connoisseur) the transporting influence of canonical literature, film, heart-rending music and craft ale have over me, preferably all at once, without which, life would be grounded by an inconceivable reality.
First Date
***Danger***If I told you, I'd have to kill you but only if this love poem doesn't do you in:
YOUR LAUGHTER by Pablo Neruda
Take bread away from me, if you wish,
take air away, but
do not take from me your laughter.
Do not take away the rose,
the lanceflower that you pluck,
the water that suddenly
bursts forth in your joy,
the sudden wave
of silver born in you.
My struggle is harsh and I come back
with eyes tired
at times from having seen
the unchanging earth,
but when your laughter enters
it rises to the sky seeking me
and it opens for me all
the doors of life.
My love, in the darkest
hour your laughter
opens, and if suddenly
you see my blood staining
the stones of the street,
laugh, because your laughter
will be for my hands
like a fresh sword.
Next to the sea in the autumn,
your laughter must raise
its foamy cascade,
and in the spring, love,
I want your laughter like
the flower I was waiting for,
the blue flower, the rose
of my echoing country.
Laugh at the night,
at the day, at the moon,
laugh at the twisted
streets of the island,
laugh at this clumsy
boy who loves you,
but when I open
my eyes and close them,
when my steps go,
when my steps return,
deny me bread, air,
light, spring,
but never your laughter
for I would die.
*****
As a side note: If you have stuffed animals strewn all over your bed and kitten pictures hanging on the wall it's almost certain we have nothing in common. I thrive on affection so I can't have any other competition.
I prefer dates that have the semblance of non-datishness, doing boring stuff with interesting people until it strikes me I'm having a terrific time and want to come back for more. For example, buying groceries at the supermarket could be very romantic with the right person and a candlelit dinner the iron maiden with the wrong sort of person. Relationships should be left to evolve naturally on their own or not at all.
YOUR LAUGHTER by Pablo Neruda
Take bread away from me, if you wish,
take air away, but
do not take from me your laughter.
Do not take away the rose,
the lanceflower that you pluck,
the water that suddenly
bursts forth in your joy,
the sudden wave
of silver born in you.
My struggle is harsh and I come back
with eyes tired
at times from having seen
the unchanging earth,
but when your laughter enters
it rises to the sky seeking me
and it opens for me all
the doors of life.
My love, in the darkest
hour your laughter
opens, and if suddenly
you see my blood staining
the stones of the street,
laugh, because your laughter
will be for my hands
like a fresh sword.
Next to the sea in the autumn,
your laughter must raise
its foamy cascade,
and in the spring, love,
I want your laughter like
the flower I was waiting for,
the blue flower, the rose
of my echoing country.
Laugh at the night,
at the day, at the moon,
laugh at the twisted
streets of the island,
laugh at this clumsy
boy who loves you,
but when I open
my eyes and close them,
when my steps go,
when my steps return,
deny me bread, air,
light, spring,
but never your laughter
for I would die.
*****
As a side note: If you have stuffed animals strewn all over your bed and kitten pictures hanging on the wall it's almost certain we have nothing in common. I thrive on affection so I can't have any other competition.
I prefer dates that have the semblance of non-datishness, doing boring stuff with interesting people until it strikes me I'm having a terrific time and want to come back for more. For example, buying groceries at the supermarket could be very romantic with the right person and a candlelit dinner the iron maiden with the wrong sort of person. Relationships should be left to evolve naturally on their own or not at all.
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