I’ve never met this guy and I never will. He offends me to the core. Repusively country. When a dating service asks you what your interests are, they mean what interests do you have that you can share with your future beloved. They do not mean, do you like to go muddin and huntin and fishin with your children/friends. They mean, you are looking for a date, right? One is supposed to announce that one loves movies, games, have a drink here and there, art, watching martial arts. When a dating service asks you to introduce yourself, they do not mean tell us about how you’re a laid-back guy, looking for a nice woman, who likes, for the record, muddin and huntin and fishin. They do not mean for you to repeat your interests in two different sections of your profile. They do not mean that you need to announce that describing yourself is hard to do but you’ll give it a try. One is supposed to say that one is funny, has a great sense of humor, is responsible, and would like a woman that is the same. I’ve never met this guy and I never will. For all his profile transgressions, there is one I can never ever forgive: his height at 5’4. No need to comment on my stuck-up-ness. I’m mean.
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January 6, 2010 at 4:30 pm
Val
LOL hey medicatedlady, I wonder what toothpaste he uses on that remaining tooth in the front! Hmmm…lol This was funny and 5’4″ is too damn short, I agree.
January 6, 2010 at 6:40 pm
jessiecarty
remaining teeth – ah Val.
ML had me laughing and then your comments crack me up!
What ML you’ve never climbed up into one of those Grave Digger type monster trucks to go muddin’ and cruisin’. I thought you were Southern 🙂 hehe
January 7, 2010 at 2:08 pm
medicatedlady
I’m glad y’all be feeling my misery in a festive way!
Jessie–I am from the south, but I am not from Texas.
(To my Texan readers, I love you, not to worry. Just taking a jab because I know y’all have the good humor to overlook me.)
January 8, 2010 at 4:36 am
dusty
not dumb. just blind. as you should be. you should be following your heart.
and
each time it softens ask it again
it may tell you different may tell you who
January 9, 2010 at 10:37 am
Bryan Borland
Short men need loving too! Perhaps some stilts, a stool, a stepladder, or two short men wearing one trench coat with one sitting atop the other’s shoulders could work?
January 11, 2010 at 2:04 pm
medicatedlady
No. Stepping on a ladder does not make you fundamentally tall. Otherwise, I could cavort around like I was tall. And I just don’t think that’s honest or very becoming.