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It’s almost time for a new year, and while it’s probably too late in the year to find that special someone to smooch at midnight on New Year’s Eve, maybe the timing is right to find someone to enjoy 2011 (and beyond) with.
Rather than spend hours of trying to come up with the right sentences to compose my personal ad so I seem witty and charming and funny, I’m going to try a new approach to dating, something different: the truth.
Here it is, in all it’s ugliness:
I am a gay, white male. My driver’s license states that I’m 37 years old, but some days I feel like I’m 57. And some days I feel like I’m 17. Long walks around the lake are blondes women searching dating dating tips for teens nice, but boring. I’d much rather be out and about, finding a thrift store bargain, or taking in a concert. The same goes for cuddling in front of the fireplace. I don’t have a fireplace, and while I do like to cuddle, I’d much rather do it on the couch laughing during some trashy reality show or crying during some Lifetime movie. I do like fires though; bonfires while camping are the best, especially if there are drinks involved or marshmallows. Add chocolate and graham crackers, and you’ll have me at s’more.
I like eating, especially buffets. I’ve never met a Chinese buffet I didn’t like. So while I am not obese, there are definitely a few pounds I could stand to lose. If I want to. And honestly, I don’t. I am content having ate for the last 37 years and having something to show for it. I like lots of other food besides Chinese, and can dress in fancy-schmancy clothes if we’re going to a swanky restaurant. But swanky restaurants really don’t do it for me. If that happens to be your gig, I’m cool with that. I can take one for the team…..as long as you’re treating.
As far as clothes go, I have lots of them. Dress pants (I almost said slacks) and jeans. Polo shirts and sweaters. Most of the labels say “American Eagle” or “Ralph Lauren”, but there might even be one or two that say “Armani”. The labels really mean zero to me as long as they fit, and look nice. And that they were on sale. I have a lot of hats too; baseball caps, winter skull caps, visors…..there might even be a cowboy hat around here somewhere. I’ll wear a hat if I’m too lazy to fix what is left of my once beautiful, full head of hair. I think you should wear one from time to time too.
From time to time, I like to go out to the bars and have a few drinks. Sometimes I’ll have a couple of beers. Sometimes I’ll have some shots. Sometimes I’ll get drunk, and sometimes I won’t. I like to socialize, and it’s hard to do that home, alone. So I guess I am not over the “scene”. I am however over liars and cheaters and dumb-dumb heads. Admit it, we all know a few dumb-dumb heads. Pretty to look at, but please don’t open that mouth and say something or I’ll cry. Or puke. I am not looking for a dumb-dumb head and I’m not looking to vomit.
Occasionally I like to travel to far and exotic places like Las Vegas or Denver or Superior, WI. I make my own money at my job, and you should make your own money at your own job. That way we can travel to these fun destinations together. It’s possible that you have a few favorite hot spots; New York City, Chicago, Eau Claire. I’m open to anything, as long as we’re not in a hotel that has bugs or I feel like I’m going to be murdered at anytime during the trip.
Most weekends I spend with my family-family, or my friends-family. I’m close to both sets. I’d imagine that you’re close to your families too. That will make it so much nicer and pleasurable when they meet each other and we begin to spend holidays and vacation from time to time. But not all the time to time. You’ll love my Mom’s outspokenness, and I swear I won’t embarrass you in front of yours. I’m very good at being polite and appropriate, and I usually get gold stars for saying “please” and “thank you”. If you don’t have a Mom walking this earth anymore, I’m truly sorry. But I can adapt to Dad’s, brothers or sisters, college friends, co-workers and even ex’s that you still hang out with. I probably won’t understand that one, but hey, that’s your deal and not mine.
One last thing before I wrap this up:
I have quite a bit of passion for life and I find happiness by being quirky and spreading joy. I’ll almost always think of others first, and will do my part to pay it forward and be a decent human being. I open doors for old ladies. I let people with three or four items cut in front of me in line. I smile a lot and laugh even more. And I thank my parents for good values and for braces which allow me to smile a lot and laugh even more.
Okay, one last thing (I swear). A few final tidbits:
I wish on stars.
I’ve never watched Glee.
I think I was a backup singer in a former life.
I smoke cigarettes.
I love Christmas music.
I hate wire hangers.
I like taking baths.
Sometimes I have a goatee.
Sometimes I don’t.
Writing a personal ad makes me nervous.
I feel like the best is yet to come.
If any of this made sense ('cause it no longer does to me); drop me a line. I would, honestly, like to hear what you have to say. And hear what all this Glee business is about ('cause I know you've watched it!)