SWF in dead-end job seeks dumpy head-case for mutual psychological torture, tepid sex, and co-dependency. I enjoy drinking, smoking, and self-righteous indignation.
I can't stand movies, and the last album I bought was Boz Scaggs Greatest Hits. I have middling intelligence but try to appear smarter by affecting a world-weary air, memorizing useless facts, and chuckling at my own mean-spirited, agenda-driven jokes.
I'm 32, but look 50 and feel 60. You are a master at the art of douchebaggory. A bitter, arrogant slob with a misplaced sense of entitlement and unrealistic expectations. In time you will become coolly hostile when I don't fulfill every unmet need you've ever had. Bonus points if you just finished screwing every girl in town. Double bonus points if one of those girls were a neighbor of ours.
I would be open to an unsatisfying fling that leaves me filled with regret and dread but prefer a long-term, soul crushing descent into booze and pills. No friendships. I don't need any goddamn friends.
Age unimportant, but I will condescend to men under 30 and rehash daddy issues with men over 40.
I once tried my hand at gardening and landscaping; started by digging a hole in my backyard when I was thinking of whacking my ex-boyfriend.
Have a nice day and LOL !!!
***if you managed to plow your way through this crapatastic profile you must be some kind of masochist***
Gentlemen, gentlemen, gentlemen; you know I have nothing but love for you, but why do ya'll insist on taking photos of yourselves in your car? Like "oh look at me driving my car! I'm SO HAWT" - and don't even get me started on the Myspace Trout Face Shirtless Bathroom Mirror Pictures. I think you guys need to get out more - and you know, smile maybe? And while I have your attention, why do you all say that you want "something real"or "someone real" or a "real woman"? As opposed to what? Your blow-up doll?
OK rant over. Carry on.