Single White Male, in over-paid job seeks dumpy neurotic for shouting matches. I enjoy smoking, drinking, petty theft, pornography, and self-righteous indignation. I am the kinda guy that won't play by the rules of society and yet will tell his employees that they need to come in on Saturday. I have middling intelligence but try to appear smarter by affecting a world-weary air, memorizing useless statistics, and chuckling at my own mean-spirited, agenda-driven jokes. I'm 39, but look 56 and feel 60. I'm not holding my breath, but I am looking for interesting conversation with someone that will not have to be quoted later on in a courtroom.
What I'm Looking For:
You are a man-hating, crazy b!tch with a misplaced sense of entitlement and lots of expectations. In time you will become coolly hostile when I don't fulfill every unmet need you've ever had. You feel that man should put up with your sh*t, because you are good looking. You filled your profile with generalities, and yet you expect guys to guess what you are interested in when writing to you.While you are technically still married, your husband doesn't seem to care - or so you assure me. Bonus points if you just finished dating every guy in town but now want to take it slow with me. My perfect date would include getting drunk in a sh*tty bar while you flirt with seedy old farts, followed by an embarrassing screaming match and culminating in a glass-bottle blow to the head - yours or mine, it doesn't really matter. I would be open to an unsatisfying fling but prefer a long-term, soul crushing descent into alcoholism and pills. Age unimportant, but I often condescend to women under 28 and rehash mother issues with women over 46.
Serious replies only, please.