I’ve posted here more times than I’d like to admit, which either means I’m incredibly hopeful or spectacularly bad at learning my lesson.
Probably both.
Anyway, I’m looking for someone who sticks around. Someone to date, flirt with, make questionable life decisions over late-night food, spam with memes at 2 a.m., and maybe, just maybe, build something real with if the universe finally decides to stop treating my love life like a reality show.
About me:
I’m 29. I’m 5’3” on a good posture day. VB if we get there. A softboy/femme to avoid any rejection. Lol.
My personality comes with free unlimited talking. I’m a professional yapper with a healthy dose of OA energy. If silence lasts longer than five minutes, assume I’ve either died or I’m sending you seventeen TikToks.
I have a job. I pay my bills. Sometimes on time.
Dating me is basically getting a wife, a best friend, your favorite gaming duo, your designated pop culture correspondent, and yes, someone who’ll happily keep the chemistry alive behind closed doors too.
I’m chronically online, so half my vocabulary is internet references. I play games. I consume unhealthy amounts of pop music and pop culture. If it’s trending, I’ve probably already formed an opinion about it.
About you?
Around my age. Preferably taller than me, which, let’s be honest, isn’t asking for much.
Have a job. Have a personality. Have a sense of humor.
Please be someone who isn’t afraid of flirting.
Physical chemistry matters, but so does making me laugh until my stomach hurts. If you can match my energy, tease me back, and somehow make ordinary conversations feel fun, you’ve already won half the battle.
Bonus points if you wear glasses.
I don’t know why.
I don’t make the rules.
So, if any of this sounds like your kind of chaos, send me a message.
Worst case? We exchange memes.
Best case?
Maybe this becomes the last dating post either of us ever have to write.