I would just like to hang out with a gal that's fun and laid back. Someone that is down to toss back a few with me.
I'm a really kind caring person that is somewhat shy.
I'm really not sure what to say here.
I guess if you want to know more you can drop me a line.

"""I'm not "the norm". I'm not "camera friendly", I don't "wear clothes that fit me", I'm not a "heartbreaker", I haven't had "sex with a woman", I don't know "how that works", I don't "fall in line", I'm not "hygienic", I don't "wipe properly", I lack "style", I don't have "self-esteem", I have no "charisma", I don't "own a toothbrush", I don't "let my scabs heal", I can't "reach all the parts of my body", when I sleep I sweat profusely. But I guess the powers that be will keep signing my pay check until Jack and Jane K. Viewer start to go for the remote so they can get back to commentators who don't "frighten children", who don't "eat their own dandruff", who don't "pop their whiteheads with a compass they used in high school"."""

-relax it's a chris farley quote I'm not really like that...

I would just like to hang out with a gal that's fun and laid back. Someone that is down to toss back a few with me.
I'm a really kind caring person that is somewhat shy.
I'm really not sure what to say here.
I guess if you want to know more you can drop me a line.

Okay so I'm supposed to put what we do on a first date here so here you go.
Here's how the date's gonna start ... first I'm gonna call you and ask you what you're wearing. Then after you tell me, I'm gonna breath heavily into the phone for about ten minutes while you sigh periodically and chew at your nails. Then I'm gonna take a cold shower with some hot oatmeal. Then I'll head on over to your place to get you. Hey look. Surprise. I brought you a green jello mold with chunks of fruit and bacon in it. You smile but I get the feeling you don't think this is going that well. You get into the car reluctantly but only after taking out your mace and prepping your phone by dialing 91 on it. I start the car and the stereo blasts some crappy Led Zepplin song you've probably heard 5,000 times too many. I drive like i've been drinking for days while playing a mean air guitar over the steering wheel. You freak out and tell me to pull over and that you're gonna walk home. I pull over and you start to get out... but I say "hey wait" "don't I get a good night kiss?" Then you punch me in the face and run away.
That's just the way it'll start. We'll see where the night takes us from there okay?