| About | Non-Smoker with Athletic body type | City | New Westminster British Columbia | |
| Details | 30 year old Man, 6' 0" (183 cm), Non-Religious | Ethnicity | Caucasian Scorpio with Brown hair |
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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 | Hazel | |
| Profession | Real Estate | Do you have children? | No | |
| Education | Bachelors degree | Do you have a car? | Yes |
Relationship
Intent frayedwire is looking for a relationship. |
Relationship History The longest relationship frayedwire has been in was over 3 years long. |
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About Me
Once upon a time, there was a boy, not just any boy I might add, but a magical boy of curious circumstance. If you like you may refer to him as Lovely or Wonderful, but for the purposes of this story we will call him Michael. Now Michael may have been wise beyond his years and entirely well versed in the arts of careful conversation and arithmetic, but still he saw that the best of his lifetime lay in future endeavors. There was, however, an enormous obstacle he would have to overcome to continue his fortuned destiny. He had to capture the ever elusive (and likely whimsical) Golden Egg.
Through tribulations I care not to bore you with, Michael had ascertained the general whereabouts of said Golden Egg, yet had failed to catch even the paltriest of glimpses of his coveted prize. The Egg supposedly lay out to sea. To reach it Michael had fashioned a boat of only the best platforms, lines, and supports; and packed this vessel with every important worldly possession he felt he could need to defeat the unholy multi-headed beast of the sea. He included: a certificate of his schooling, one musical instrument, sporting equipment designed for full contact, a land vehicle with a cargo bay, a place he could live indefinitely at little cost, an array of electronic devices, a wry sense of humour, and a sawn off shovel handle (for hitting things). Only with these, his prized possessions, could he hope to achieve the capture of the forbidden.
As Michael pushed off from shore he hoped that the egg would emerge from the watery expanse as easily as a fish from the sea, but knew that though there were many, very few —if any— could be containing the prize.
After many moons on the waves and extended stays on pleasant, yet impermanent, deserted islands Michael dawned to a realization that perhaps there was no specific mortal entity at all, but that the search itself was the gaping maw and the ocean the belly of the beast. Twas indeed a war of attrition and luck if a war at all. More likely he would learn as he trekked and would only know his destination well after it had been reached.
Plus he liked movies, books, obscure music, and conversations with pretty girls.
THE END.
Through tribulations I care not to bore you with, Michael had ascertained the general whereabouts of said Golden Egg, yet had failed to catch even the paltriest of glimpses of his coveted prize. The Egg supposedly lay out to sea. To reach it Michael had fashioned a boat of only the best platforms, lines, and supports; and packed this vessel with every important worldly possession he felt he could need to defeat the unholy multi-headed beast of the sea. He included: a certificate of his schooling, one musical instrument, sporting equipment designed for full contact, a land vehicle with a cargo bay, a place he could live indefinitely at little cost, an array of electronic devices, a wry sense of humour, and a sawn off shovel handle (for hitting things). Only with these, his prized possessions, could he hope to achieve the capture of the forbidden.
As Michael pushed off from shore he hoped that the egg would emerge from the watery expanse as easily as a fish from the sea, but knew that though there were many, very few —if any— could be containing the prize.
After many moons on the waves and extended stays on pleasant, yet impermanent, deserted islands Michael dawned to a realization that perhaps there was no specific mortal entity at all, but that the search itself was the gaping maw and the ocean the belly of the beast. Twas indeed a war of attrition and luck if a war at all. More likely he would learn as he trekked and would only know his destination well after it had been reached.
Plus he liked movies, books, obscure music, and conversations with pretty girls.
THE END.
First Date
First dates should explore the existential attitude OR involve a secret mission.
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