Phuket, Thailand [ show map ]
I'm here to meet girls from 20 to 36 years old for dating, friendship and serious relationship.
Nobody who knows me would contest that I am honest, intelligent, straightforward, dependable and focused. After that, reality is elusive.
I think of myself as proud and confident, but in trying not to come off as arrogant I may to you seem insecure. I think of myself as a bit shy and somewhat self-absorbed. In my effort to compensate for that I may seem talkative and open. I may appear an open book to the point of being boring, though those that know me think I have considerable depth and intrigue (sometimes to a fault). I grew up poor and worked very hard for a long time and now consider myself rich and leisurely. You may have always had more, and my plane is not a jet, so you may see me as poor and indentured. I am capable and self-assured but in trying not to appear cocky you may see me as clumsy. I am fluent in sarcasm and often “attempt” humor (after I get over my initial shyness), you may see that as either being rude or goofy.
I think the above is what we call chemistry, and you never know how it’s going to be until you’re in the same room, or on the same beach blanket. That being said, don’t worry about geography with me – I can travel readily and am interested in relocating. If you either live in or are willing to relocate to a warmer climate, that's a bonus.
She must like herself and dislike drama and games. Her life situation must not be overly complicated so as to prohibit a reasonable amount of fun and adventure. Her “life’s baggage” must be of the carry-on size and her intellect must be bigger than Kim Kardashian’s.
The world will see her as attractive, fit and genuinely pleasant in demeanor.
I, on the other hand, will see her as spirited and adventurous. I will see her as one who puts up a good fight and believe she has my back and can rescue me if needed. When I hold her though, she will feel fragile, vulnerable and passionate and it will seem to me that she is clinging to me for her life. I will see the lines of her body as art, as the one thing that eludes a mathematical description. I will come to think that every woman who does not look like her is simply unfortunate, every one that does not dress like her is out of style and everyone who does not act like her just isn’t cool. I will know that other women feel intimidated in her presence and all the men in the room are watching her and hating me for being with her. I will know that she is mine because she wants to be and will not need to hold her too tightly in fear of losing her.
She will replace all my hopes with only the hope that the last thing I let go of when I die is her hand. She will empower me to write the love sequences that have always escaped me. She will be the center of the universe, though only I will know it.
When I find her, I’m sure her profile will not describe her as I have. It may be yours.
Hint ; ) - I’m a sucker for “nice” - you don’t have to beat me up to make me treat you with respect. If you’ve been conditioned to do so from having bad boyfriends in the past, try showing me the other side of you.