I am fortunate to get to travel for work, I'm always on the move. I've recently realized I have been missing out on fascinating people and stimulating conversations. People think traveling for work opens the door to naturally meeting the opposite sex and wild weekday nights. It's mostly 7 older white dudes sitting around the hotel bar, eating calamari and staring at every girl who walks by. I know what you're thinking, hotel calamari sucks. And you're right, Hampton Inn should stay in their lane.
I have a lot to say, but I'll try to keep it tight.
What you'll like about me:
I'm polite. I was raised in the Midwest and became an adult in the South, so at worst I'm genuine, at best I'm Harry Connick Jr. Jr.
I'm independent. No wives no kids.
The right amount of confidence. I'm not afraid to speak in public, but very doubtful I'm sending pics of a body part, that has other body parts dangling from it.
I've been places. Travel is the death of prejudice.That's not just a great quote, it's the truth.
I'm original. I don't think you have anyone in your life like me.
I'm happy. I'm a pretty big fan of my life. There are things I would like to do, but I'm having a good time right now. I'm trying to enhance my life by adding some spice.
What you might not like about me:
I'm in prison. Kidding, but I do have ADHD. You can tell me a secret, I'll probably forget it by dessert.
I have 11 toes. I know, I didn't wear flip flops until I was 25.
I'm 5'10". I've seen a lot of "under six feet not apply." I get it.
What I like:
Stand up comedy
A new experience
All animals minus Opossums and crabs
Any attempt at creativity
Any attempt at body optimization
People who work in the service industry. Most real people we have.
People who've had a struggle of any kind.
What I don't like:
People who say they bombed a test, and get an A. I actually hate those people.
People who walk in the middle of traffic or outside the crosswalk/crotch rocket guy who passes me going 800 mph on the interstate. I'm not proud of this, but I root for bad things to happen to both groups. I'm sorry.
Bees. I just think they're jerks.
Those glamor shots people take of their baby, naked and holding a football or wearing a crown.It just weirds me out.
Mayonnaise. Pickles. Raisins. Olives. Bananas.
Obviously fake teeth. White teeth are cool. But my 99 year old gramps has big white blocks in his mouth too, and he looks ridiculous. i have fangs like a wolf.
People who talk smack in their POF profile in general.
People who use crazy filters on their pictures. These two go together. Nobody wants a mouthy girl with a blurry face. Be sweet. Be natural. If I wanted to spend time with a fake jerk, I'd call a guy. Or a bee.
If you are reading this, I'm either in your neighborhood or about to be. Rescue me from the Hampton bar. I just heard a guy say, "I'm trying to turn this place into a Humpton Inn, you feel me?"
Ok that was my dad, he's gross, but these other people are just as lame. The cost of meeting a genuinely, upbeat guy is one evening of your life. I'm worth it.