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Intellectual Bad Boy...
|I am a||Man|
|From||Watertown, Minnesota, United States|
|Height||5'8" - 5'11" (171-180cm)|
|Education||BA/BS (4 years college)|
|I look for a||woman, 29-50 y.o. white for activity partner, friendship, marriage, relationship, romance, casual, travel partner, pen pal|
|Preferable body type||Average|
More about me:
†I dislike BBW's and single mothers as potential mates. I know that last one sounds draconian, perhaps mean but I am looking for my life's last great love affair. Mothers will always choose thier offspring over the men they date during their second go around. AS THEY ABSOLUTELY SHOULD. But I am looking for someone who can one day (if things go well) devote her emotional everything to me. I of course, offer nothing less and as such I will accept nothing less. To put it simply I can't put any faith in a relationship where one's partner wouldn't save them first in a fire...ever (assuming they could only save one person). Well lets just say experience has taught me that that life is often full of such little metaphorical fires (even more of them when you date a single mother) and one might say I have been "burned before". Bitterness? None. I don't have time for hate, EVER. (I consider it the most useless emotion of all). However, through these experiences I did learn what sort of woman is right for me...and more importantly, what kind of woman isn't. Good luck to all of them, though. I recognize the struggle of the single mother, (even if there is no way I will again throw my lot in with them).
Now that bit of unpleasantness is out of the way, let me say that I have avoided entanglements and troublesome obligations my entire life can you offer me same? My ex's have nothing particularly bad to say about me, but they don't exist on my phone anymore either. Like most of the best things in this world, I feel companionship is best when it is offline; real.
I am sarcastic, sardonic and a vicious wordsmith, but I would be happy to put aside some of these traits if you would show me some of yours and have passed muster, thus far. My dark side is ultimately harmless but everpresent and breaks no laws. I want someone to spend the rest of my days expressing my secret, softer side to. This would be my personal garden of Eden fit for a couple lovers (after another day of pretending to be the snake).
Also, you must like little precocious dogs. My time at the Happy Hound rescue has blessed me a belligerant and ravenous criminally insane 16 year old Chihuahua and I can't bear to part with him. The question bears asking, as a potential mate, which one of you would I save in case of a fire if it came down to that? I suppose it deserves an answer (especially after my first paragraph and my exaggerated, emotional absolutism). Fortunately, he weighs six pounds and will easily fit into a pocket in just such a life or death emergency. He can probably survive everything else, (and probably has). Like most rescues, he has had a rough start. Yet he just belongs and keeps me from taking myself too seriously (a real problem in the past). Dog hair on a new suit tickles me in every possible way even as I pretend to be annoyed by it. This is true for many things. As someone who is articulate, non tattooed (its okay if you are) and gifted in social graces you can take me anywhere and I will never embarrass you, but I thrive best in more intimate settings where the rules of social conduct are more loose, if not always negotiable....
About my ideal partner:
Though I seem like a blunt jerk, I am a passionate sucker for artists, bisexual women (who are never more masculine than me) and animal lovers who haven't fled yet after reading thus far. Bi women are perfect mates, you can joke about "anything" with them and it doesn't become a "feminist insult". also, they never demand you throw out a media collection that has taken you a lifetime to build. There are hard limits to how much I will change or expect you to change to love me.
Age? I want someone who is still impulsive enough to step down on the accelerator of her life every now and then (without a single thought regarding the loss of gas milage), but wise enough not to run every red light just because "she has never been in an accident before".