| markish :
Ordinary man with unconventional mind. |
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| City |
Sheffield Uk |
| Area |
United Kingdom |
| Ethnicity |
Caucasian |
| Sign |
Scorpio |
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Height | 5' 7" (170 cm)
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| I am Seeking a |
Woman
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Who is Looking
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Dating |
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| Smoker? |
Often |
| Do you drink? |
No |
| Marital Status |
Single |
| Profession |
Performing Artist/wannebee writer. |
| Smarts |
N/A |
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| Do you want children? |
Undecided/Open |
| Do you do drugs? |
Socially |
| Do you have children? |
No |
| Do you have a car? |
N/A |
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| | About Me |
| | I'm well travelled, creative, thoughtful and stupid! I would like to change the world but these days am focusing on far more important things like changing my underwear daily...
My humour is dry-black and is mainly directed at my ape-like intelligence. 'Og!' It is also a coping mechanism to help diffuse my serious nature.
My tongue is more blunt than sharp, I'm easily lead but hard to follow and am more of an ancient child than a modern man.
I am currently a self employed performing artist of movement and play, which enables me to chase my dream of becoming a writer...
I'm looking for someone who is far to ambitious to be held back by her career. Someone who feels things deeply,whatever that happens to be. I'm attracted by perspective, kindness, irony, respect and trust...
No Jordon wannabees or George Bush fans please.
Overall I'm just looking for someone to be with...to love and to be loved. |
| | First Date |
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THE PERFECT FIRST DATE!
Somewhere spacious quiet and natural. A walk by the river, with a gentle breeze caressing the back of our necks, plastic cups of hot coffee and good conversation. Of course while sipping my fresh coffee and doing my best to shape my features and words into some romantic/considerate/intelligent/sensitive/charismatic/Al Pachino tone. I would be taken off guard by a duck with attitude full of rightous prejudice towards humans. The duck would communicate its grievance by pecking furiously at my ankles with its finely chiselled,well coordinated beak...As a consequence, my plastic cup containing hot coffee would gracefully fly through the air,landing with accidental precision all over my potential partners front. Leaving her partly burnt and a bit smelly and sticky...In a damage limitation exercise, I would revealed my patterned, clean handkerchief and go about damperning down my potential partners front with the authority of a hunky fireman. My potential partner would slap me across both cheeks(I should be so lucky!) And kick my ankle giving me a matching bruise from my earlier duck encounter. She would then disappear into the sunset on a horse that was sleeping in the burnt out car on the river bank leaving me with the distant sound of roadworks for company...And they all lived happily ever after...separately!?
...Perfect people looking for the perfect(hollywood) relationship need not bother to waste my time or theirs... |
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markish has 2 roses that can be sent. |
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