I love being online. Every once in a while I feel like maybe I'm being over the top and the over explaining is unnecessary. Then someone shows up and reminds me why I am the way I am here now.

Look. I mean. I get it. People usually end up thinking I'm sweet and that I'd love them to pieces.

And that is 100% right. But here me out

If you're not 100% available I'm gonna fucking call you out. And leave. And it's. That simple for me. Cause I am. My relationship situation is so uncomplicated, by design. I don't want to ask and not be able to give. That is weird. Unsettling. Uncomfortable. I am 100% single. I don't have a secret hidden fwb. Husband wife. Partner. I'm just. Easy peasy lemon squeezy.

Its so weird that recently there's been a DRAMATIC increase of people questioning my relationship status. And it's. So shocking for me. Because I'm sitting in a chair only because Im waiting for food to finish. And when it does I'm gonna resume my single bachelor meat out lifestyle that I love so much.

I'm stepping up to the plate. Willing to sacrifice my time. Some of my chicken. My meat out lifestyle. I'm ready. I mean. I'm hypothetically ready. In practice. Maybe I'll stumble. Maybe you'll reach for a chicken thigh and I'll move to move your hands away forgetting you let me drop my balls on your face or whatever freak shit we get into.

My posts ended up becoming novels because I had to say all the quiet stuff out loud. And make up new quiet stuff that also had to be said out loud.

Did you know if you don't say" no racists" they will show up like their dumbasses are wanted? Truly wild.

Anyway. I've been putting this in a lot of my posts now, but you gotta understand me. I mean. You don't. But if you don't you'll waste both of our time, and that's not cool. When I'm giving you a guide.

If I like you, that's it. I'm not gonna be able to put out other feelers. Or talk to other people. It'll annoy me. Cause I'll only want to talk to you. I move. Forward. Only forward. In my affections and interest. But it's not an arbitrary thing for me. Not even remotely. I have done. A lot of soul searching. I have met. Far more people than I ever wanted to in my life. Asking questions. Doing the work on my identity.

And it'll never be over. But where I'm at now is boss. I can say that. And feel not like a fraud.

This is all to say. If you pull back. I pull out. If you don't know what you want. You will disrupt me on my journey trying to find what I want.

Because I have to put blood. And sweat and so many tears to discover that. For me. For my joy.

Man I'm hungry.

Anyway. Some brief details then I'm gonna check on my food.

I'm 6'1. A lot of people say I seem like a giant teddy bear. Which is. Uh. Not inaccurate. But. Those same people love pushing my buttons. You do know BEAR is in that statement, right? I choose peace, but I was born in war. I mean. Metaphorically. Not like actual war. I read a metric fuck ton. I collect a shit ton of books and honestly I probably won't stop, and if anything I'm gonna keep finding ways to improve my book collection system. I just hate seeing people throw out books. 😬.

Tbh the only reason now I'd get a house is to store them 😅

Let's see no kids. I love kids. No kids. None wanted. If your sister(brother) dies and leaves you her kids. Dope. Let's adopt them little shits. I'm gonna teach them swears and how to throw knives. But to also be gentle and caring to their fellow humans.

Unless they suck donkey pre cum. Then you treat them like hog water.

Or. You know. Turn the cheek or that boring shit.

But my personal cum. From my balls. Flowing from my dick. Inseminating you, my potential cum recepticle?

No way.

Is that degrading? Hmm. Probably. I won't delete it though. There's no time. I didn't mean it to be.

I like dogs.

Anyway my type of woman is.

well. Pursues personal growth. Bathes regularly. And.....integrity. has that. These are my deal breakers. Like. If you don't bathe. I will hate you from the depths of my soul. If you're stagnant. In your hobbies. Or your desire to become better isn't there. I will hate you. And. You know. Integrity. If you ain't about shit but your mouth be moving ? Yikes.

Now. As far as like. Personal preferences go. These are highly negotiable.

Like. Similar hobbies.

Shit like that. But I mean.

If you hate books and people that read.

That's like 70% of what I do now, but it'll always settle to around 30% of my life. So....

Piss off. Is..mandatory? Maybe.

Especially if you're a needy dork that always wants me to put down my books. Yikes.

Anyway. I like to walk a lot. Physical activeness is mandatory. If you're a couch potato. Yikes. No thanks. I mean I spend a lot of time on the couch. But I can also lace up my shoes and walk for hours. So....

Hm.

What else.

Oh did I mention. Over 21?

Yeah. And I mean ok. Central Florida. If you're here I will cry happy tears. If you're far away I will cry. Sad tears. Especially if you made it this far. Cause I'll be like " damn. They my type of crazy, who the fuck even read all of that"

And it'll be you. And I'll be sad. 😔. Like. Puppy up for adoption and getting passed by levels of sad. X 5.

Aside from that. I like all types of ladies. Tall. Short. Not too short. Like 4 ft and up. Thin. Big.

Curvy 🤤. Oh mama.

I die.

I will add one more thing and then I'll maybe be done.

A pet peeve of mine are people that give up. I don't want to outright call it a deal breaker. But if say we are playing a game and we lose and you' start spouting nonsense like " it can't be done" that's gonna tick me off. But not exclusive to games. I do not like. At all. People that resign themselves to failure or " that's how it always is " ass mentalities. It's gross.