I've been on this wretched thing for a few years and most of you don't read this part anyway.
I'm looking for a man. a broad shouldered, muscular, tall, man handed MAN.
If you don't have a car, a job, or your own place, I'm not interested.
I don't date ugly guys. If you think you're attractive but you never get told that by strangers, you're either ugly or mediocre.
I'm being mean because I'm sick of getting my time wasted.
I don't date black guys, go ahead get all butt hurt and call me racist.
If I show interest I will want to meet right away. I don't want to text for weeks.
I am looking for a long term person. Not a good time.
I don't want your money. I have plenty.
I want someone who has resentments and who can show a sad, angry, REAL side of himself. This is not to be confused with artistic, sensitive, tearful guys who draw pictures or paint landscapes. All this BS about how happy and humorous you are is a front.
I'm a dark minded, yet pleasant in public type of chick.
I don't wanna mold you. Have your Sh!t together.
If you can't type properly I won't respond.
I'll be honest and say I'm jaded. But I hold out hope someone will create a damn spark that might change that. I'm not sitting here hopeless, blaming my problems on others. I know what the issue is and I'm taking steps to heal myself instead of solely relying on someone to fix things for me.
I own my house and I live alone.
I want someone with an understanding of quantum physics. Someone who has a general understanding of how the Universe works.
I do not believe in the power of prayer.
I have a young son who's middle name is Danger. He is not the son of the above mentioned ex.
I don't litter.
I'm a tough chick and want a man who makes me feel like a weak one.
I'll update more later... Soak that in for a bit and don't waste my time.
Maybe somewhere near the river or water or somewhere we could build a fire.(notice I said build a fire-not start a fire) Then maybe hang out at either one of our places and pillow talk about dumb stuff like talk radio shows or bad drivers. I love hearing crazy childhood stories too.
Second option- a guy comes to my house with steaks and lets me work my magic on the slabs of beefiness while we get to know each other over a tv dinner.
Third option- I have this strange idea...lets go do amateur stand up comedy...