You know. I just posted here like it was any other sub. I never once in even my lowest moments ever thought I'd be alone forever. It's stupid after all. I'm smart, not like solving particle physics shit or whatever, but the way I move through the world is practical and fair and its how I end up being able to connect with all types of people. I'm funny, not like. I think I'm funny, I don't. But I apparently am able to go anywhere and bring joy, if I so choose to. And I'm like 6'1. Conventional wisdom dictates I should be swatting away vagina left and right. And yet. I don't even look like someone took an axe to my face and then tried to reconstruct it with their eyes closed and 1 hand tied to their genitals. And I bathe. I bathe and I have decent hygiene routines.

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Its wild. It would be so fascinating if it wasn't so fudging annoying. I was sad. Don't get me wrong. Like. 20 minutes ago easy. Very sad. But now I'm fdgiing annoyed. Because I just reminded myself of something. I'm great. I care about people. I go the distance. I mean shit I'm about to walk 10 miles just to deliver something for someone that I'm taking care of, but they're at therapy so this is the only thing I can do right now. I don't like to fudging brag. That shit is fudging weak as hell. But you know what. I like to let my actions speak. But this place is a void. If you met me in person itd be over. But you're not. You gotta meet me here. And. It's boring. its words. Actions rule this world and I'm full of them. But. Its words. What actions can we take here to show each other its more? Some effort in dialogue. Sure. I blow people away. But. It's always the wrong people. It's always the people that worship at the alter of words. THey want the best words. The most words. They want an endless stream of exchanges of words.

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I'm here for action. I'm here to connect with someone and create something tangible. And real. And valuable, to us. Inspirational to others because we move with conviction and care for each other.

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Fudge I got preachy again. Whoops. It happens from time to time. Uh. And I just ate. Full of energy. But I gotta get moving.

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Oh. More details.

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I'm 6'1. Black. Single. I am single. I don't know what it is about you people seeing those words from a stranger and just thinking " nah he's lying" thats fudging weird, if you've ever been that type of person. Pass me by. I am full of conviction. Sure. And uncomplicated. I say what I mean, and mean what I say. Interpretation isn't needed. Assumptions aren't needed. I'm here. To be asked. And to ask.

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I read and write a metric fudge ton. If I make it back to the area in time I'm gonna scope out the new gym and sign up. I hope they have a punching bag. That's really all I want it for. And to lift heavy. And I mean I never skip leg day. I just said I'm walking like 10 miles, this is just like a warm up. Nah. Hahahaha. Probably not that much today tbh. BUt this week? I think yesterday I did. So I just assumed. oh crap I gotta go. LMAO.

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My ideal Person. Is. Simple. Of decent character. Isn't a coward. I met a coward this week. They're frightening. They will tell you all the lies you want to hear, and then when it comes time for a truth? They will go quiet. Pass. Someone of integrity. Empathy. The usual decent traits. Curiosity. Openness.

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No bigots, racists, phobes. Thats boring. Get a life.

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Physically. Over 4'0. Oh man. All ladies will find 150% love capacity here, But curvy ladies rule my soul.

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If they have the prerequisite raits. Otherwise you're just a human with a lot of curves.