I'm not looking for love. Friendship is deadly. Too many girls already say they love me now, and I don't know why. I'm under attack by girls who say "I love you" every day. You girls who say you love me must be crazy or blind. I'm sorry, but I have temporarilly run out of things to give. Now, I'm Old and Tired, Downtrodden and Disappointed, Beached on a Sandbar, and Fading into the Fog. Too many experiences. Too many blessings. Too much Happiness. Too much success. But something was not right. My successful life was strange. So, I gave all away. I turned and went back. Returning to nothing. To start up from scratch. Now, excuse me while I enjoy a nap, from which I will soon awake, and begin again with something totally new. "Safe and secure"? Ha! Been there, and done that. Now, for some new adventure and experiences. My Batteries are re-charged. Time to throw myself into the lions den of a new direction. A contradictory and risky thing, but in 500 years, it will not matter.
My Ideal Person
Someone who doesn't really want or need me, but only trips over me by mistake. You brush the sand off, and quietly leave before getting too close, wondering "What is this guy even doing here on this web site?". Well, since I also have no idea what I'm doing here, at least I know we are on the same wavelength before you move on to the next profile. Good luck with those 100's of other guys just dying to meet you! As for me, I'm headed off to walk up a shallow river in the nearby mountains. There's this perfect little waterfall up there. You can sit on a rock, eat a rice ball, and listen to birds that hide in the ferns, and never show themselves.
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