First off, I'm not the man of your dreams. (That man isn't real. That's why he's in your dreams.)
Secondly, if you're looking for a man with whom you can go dancing and traveling, I'm not the guy.
Third, I'm not a salesman. So, as you'll see, I'm not really making an effort to sell myself.
I don't know much. I don't do much. I don't have much. But I don't want much, so it all works out for me.
I don't even really want to go out anymore. I've become rather reclusive over the past year. Sure, if the Beatles were to schedule a final farewell tour, I'd be there, but other than that, I'm content just staying at home where it's nice and quiet, warm, dry safe and secure. I've got my dog, my computers, a big screen TV, a fridge, a shower, and a warm bed. What else could a guy want? Oh, yeah. Well...that's why I'm here. I have to admit I do miss interaction, laughter, romance, passion, etc. But I'm not really the sociable type, hence, my self-isolation and participation on this site.
Aside from all that, I'm as normal as the next guy. I think you'd like me. Your mother not so much. Your sister...it's a toss up. Your father would prob'ly hate me.
Final note: I'm not looking for "working girls". I'm not a John or a mark. (And I intentionally placed the period after the quote mark. I think the rule is wrong. What can I say? I'm a rebel.)
So if you've had enough of the riff-raff and sticky wickets, I'd invite you to visit me. I always have popcorn, candy bars, and soda. And you'd better love dogs.
