My ethnicity is | White |
Height | 5'11" (180 cm) |
Status | Divorced |
Seeking | Friends/Long-term/Dating |
Body type | Average build |
Have children | Children at home |
Smoking | Hate smoking |
Drinking | Drink socially |
Nickname | Laffsalot, Man, 54 |
Location | Providence, Rhode Island, USA |
Looking for a | Woman, aged 37 - 50, Asian/Black/Pacific Islander... |
My ethnicity is | White |
Height | 5'11" (180 cm) |
Status | Divorced |
Seeking | Friends/Long-term/Dating |
Body type | Average build |
Have children | Children at home |
Smoking | Hate smoking |
Drinking | Drink socially |
How would you describe yourself?
My breath smells like waffles... But only on Tuesdays. I know... Very strange. You would think that would be more likely to happen on a Thursday.
Deep down inside, I'm kind of a normal guy once you really get to know me. You should write me and ask me deep questions like "What do you like to do for fun?" or "What is your most endearing quality?" or "How old is your bottlecap collection?" This will let me know that you are at least interested in me and not the numerous boxes of Monopoly money and comic books stashed in my attic.
I am looking for
What am I looking for? Right now, my car keys. I don't know where I put them. I usually leave them on the kitchen table but for some reason, they aren't there. Have you seen them? I guess my car will have to stay in the neighbor's front yard a little longer.
I am looking for someone I could invite over for a homecooked meal... Preferrably from the expansive lean cuisine cookbook (because any woman I date would be too good for Sloppy Joes). Someone who doesn't cry when I slice and chop onions...or someone who doesn't laugh when I start crying while slicing and chopping onions. Or ask why I need onions for Lean Cuisine.
I've been told that I have a kind, loving soul desperate for love inside me. If that's true, I hope it likes enchiladas because that's what I'm having for dinner tonight. If you like strong, confident, funny men who have your best interests in mind... Then I am not the guy for you. Wait, no, I am the guy for you... I was reading the wrong card. Reading is good. I think this is what separates me from most men...that and a pretty snazzy bowtie. (And the fact I use the word "snazzy.")
Try me. You might like me. Or at least have dinner with me so I don't eat alone. It's no fun eating undercooked spaghetti by yourself. Who will fight me for the last meatball?