devanmeyers
Age: 39
Hang out
bcking: I'm a lumberjack and I'm okay.
About
Non-smoker with Average body type
City
Hermiston, Oregon
Details
37 year old Man, 6' 4" (193cm), Non-Religious
Ethnicity
Caucasian Aries with No hair
Intent
bcking Wants to date but nothing serious
Education
High School
Personality
Profession
Servant Leader And Valued Employee







I am Seeking a Woman For Hang out
Needs Test Not Completed Chemistry Not Completed
Do you drink? Socially Do you want children? Undecided
Marital Status Single Do you do drugs? No
Pets No Pets Eye Color Brown
Do you have a car? Yes Do you have children? No
Longest Relationship Over 4 years


Interests
Karate shudokanPsychologyPhilosophy
Making an ass of myselfMaking an ass of others

About Me
I'm a creeper. I don't buy into this whole internet dating idea, but I do so love to read dating profiles. I thought of it as harmless fun; an interesting diversion; something to while away the time when nothing was going on. I wonder, was that proper use of a semicolon? Damn things always confuse me. Anyway, back on topic. I just noticed recently that POF shows who has been viewing you. I fear my near empty profile may carry with it a creepy stalker vibe. So, a little about me, just to take the edge off.

I learned women have been lying for years. On and on they'd go, talking about how much of a hassle skirts are. Oh the sacrifices that must be made on the altar of beauty. Sorry ladies, I own a kilt, and I love it. Hassle? Sacrifice? How about freedom? Yeah, freedom. I rock the man skirt.

I often see women wondering where all the knights are. Well, they're all dead. Centuries dead. And you should be thankful. They were unwashed elitists, lording over the underclasses in the name of the unwashed elitists lording over them. Anyone claiming to be a knight today should be avoided like the plague. They have lost touch with reality. That first date would probably be awkward as they arrive on their trusty steed, Huffy, and seek to sweep you off your feet in their tin foil armor.

I was a smoker. I'm not now. Well, not in the conventional sense. I have my trusty e-cig. My binky, if you will. Now instead of smelling like an ashtray, I smell like cotton candy. Or so I'm told.

What is average body type? That confuses me. If you take into account the statistics, average is getting larger and larger. I went with average as I am a little soft in the middle, but my gut is gone. Yay me.

I don't have any recent pics. I may one day get around to taking one. Or not. But, if you are trying to visualize the jackass behind these ramblings, picture a white Damon Wayans. Yes, Major Payne.

So, I'm a wise ass. I don't take the idea of internet dating seriously, but can't seem to get enough of reading profiles. If you see me in your viewed me screen, pay no mind. I'm harmless. Just really, really bored. Thank you, and good day.

First Date
First: taking place at the beginning of a sequence
Date: small, edible fruit
First Date: the small, edible fruit at the beginning of a sequence of small, edible fruit

... think I'm hungry.