RE: Online dating truthers
August 1, 2016 at 6:39 am
(This post was last modified: August 1, 2016 at 6:52 am by Joods.)
I don't know why I'm doing this, but I'll add mine... scary as it is:
Hi. I'm NymphAdora. My nickname is NOT Nympho.
I'm a decrepit 45 years old.
I'm overweight. Fuck it - I'm fat.
I don't think I'm very pretty and clearly, makeup does NOT help my looks at all.
Life hasn't been very kind to me.
I have issues - trust issues, control issues, issues with people lacking common sense, issues with people not knowing how to drive, issues with people not taking initiative.
I absolutely hate being lied to. It can be a deal breaker.
I talk too much. I reveal way too much about my life to total strangers. This has got to be one of my biggest downfalls.
I made my first mid-life crisis decision in 2015 when I decided to go back to school.
Based on my schooling, I'll probably critique your hair without you asking me to. I'll probably want to cut it or color it.
I made my second mid-life crisis decision in 2016, when I bought a pair of purple speed skates. Yes, I actually use them. No, I don't go very fast.
I have a redneck, geeky, nerdy side that I'll happily show you if you stick around long enough.
I drink directly from a two liter bottle of soda. To hell with using a glass.
I don't know how to cook for less than five people. That's a plus if you like to eat a lot of food.
I like to eat a lot of food.
I don't measure things when I cook. I'm Italian.
I met John Gotti when I was a kid. Several times. No kidding.
I am proud to be an atheist. Don't invite me to church. I'll probably laugh at you.
People think I'm brass and that I come on too strong. Many don't like my personality because of that. Oh well. I'm not trying to win over any popularity contests in life. People either like me or they don't. I'm going to keep living regardless.
I say the word "fuck" a lot.
I have baggage that will most likely haunt me for the rest of my life.
I'm not opposed to having a sugar daddy. Preferably one who isn't interested in having sex. Just give me the damn money and leave me alone.
I'll probably never grow up. Seriously, I feel like I'm mentally stuck somewhere in my early 20's.
And most importantly:
I don't run. If you see me running, you should probably start running too because something is most likely chasing me.
Hi. I'm NymphAdora. My nickname is NOT Nympho.
I'm a decrepit 45 years old.
I'm overweight. Fuck it - I'm fat.
I don't think I'm very pretty and clearly, makeup does NOT help my looks at all.
Life hasn't been very kind to me.
I have issues - trust issues, control issues, issues with people lacking common sense, issues with people not knowing how to drive, issues with people not taking initiative.
I absolutely hate being lied to. It can be a deal breaker.
I talk too much. I reveal way too much about my life to total strangers. This has got to be one of my biggest downfalls.
I made my first mid-life crisis decision in 2015 when I decided to go back to school.
Based on my schooling, I'll probably critique your hair without you asking me to. I'll probably want to cut it or color it.
I made my second mid-life crisis decision in 2016, when I bought a pair of purple speed skates. Yes, I actually use them. No, I don't go very fast.
I have a redneck, geeky, nerdy side that I'll happily show you if you stick around long enough.
I drink directly from a two liter bottle of soda. To hell with using a glass.
I don't know how to cook for less than five people. That's a plus if you like to eat a lot of food.
I like to eat a lot of food.
I don't measure things when I cook. I'm Italian.
I met John Gotti when I was a kid. Several times. No kidding.
I am proud to be an atheist. Don't invite me to church. I'll probably laugh at you.
People think I'm brass and that I come on too strong. Many don't like my personality because of that. Oh well. I'm not trying to win over any popularity contests in life. People either like me or they don't. I'm going to keep living regardless.
I say the word "fuck" a lot.
I have baggage that will most likely haunt me for the rest of my life.
I'm not opposed to having a sugar daddy. Preferably one who isn't interested in having sex. Just give me the damn money and leave me alone.
I'll probably never grow up. Seriously, I feel like I'm mentally stuck somewhere in my early 20's.
And most importantly:
I don't run. If you see me running, you should probably start running too because something is most likely chasing me.
Disclaimer: I am only responsible for what I say, not what you choose to understand.
