To know me  

LonghairThick 65M
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4/12/2005 8:34 pm

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3/5/2006 9:27 pm

To know me

I just finsihed my fucking profile. Again. This time the canned questions and fantasies. I found out more about me then you or any women will ever know. My fears, my uncertainties. Inside those boxes, picking the best sample of me from samples so different from me. I have never dreamed of a celebrity. (Well maybe Trudy Young, if you remember her... Howard the Turtle? a Canadian thing, eh.)

Anyway, it is into these boxes we go, just to get along. Just like a red light at four in the morning, I have to assume there is a use for it. Even if I drive right on through, peace of mind will not come if I keep asking why.

To know me, you must meet me. Online? Sure, it's a start, but the proof is in the eyes. Live eyes, not the crisp blue ones I represent in my [yet to be approved] photos I took of myself, careful to upoad only the ones I think are genuine originals of what I think you will admire.

If you're a woman, meet me. If you're a guy, see ya.

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