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CaliGirl's Match.com Escapades

Arch now that is pure defense psycho babble right here.

True you never called a poster by name but you wrote what you knew would get their attention or clue others in to who you were speaking too.

It doesn't bother me. I just thought I saw a big brother thing taking shape. I was wrong.
 
Arch now that is pure defense psycho babble right here.

True you never called a poster by name but you wrote what you knew would get their attention or clue others in to who you were speaking too.

It doesn't bother me. I just thought I saw a big brother thing taking shape. I was wrong.
 
This thread is dedicated to all the wierdo's who contact me on match.com and all the bad dates I am about to embark on. I'm off to my first one right now. I will post a full report, plus e-mails from these dude's and profile screen shots later.

Wish me luck Game live.

As a weirdo on match.com I would like to thank you for providing me with closure. I always wondered why my responses generally went unheeded. I will now return to my Quasimodo like gambling existence atop Notre-Dame,embracing darkness to place my bets after hearing the overnight lines from Frollo. I will always endeavor to placate the ascetic sensibilities of my judgmental betters yet still will be lured out time and time again by these tantalizing tales of potential love only to be cast out for being what I am. C'est un cycle cruel pour l'homme bris qui cherche l'amour.
 
Arch now that is pure defense psycho babble right here.

True you never called a poster by name but you wrote what you knew would get their attention or clue others in to who you were speaking too.

It doesn't bother me. I just thought I saw a big brother thing taking shape. I was wrong.

right that is why its not pouncing

its puppet-mastery
 
hmmm, wonder how my match.com profile might read...

intro: soon-to-be 57-year-old male from the texas hill country interested in as long-term relationship as the good lord will allow. your age not all that important but prefer a woman who has already gone through menopause because i sure don't want to put up with that shit again.

i like fishing, writing, light recreational gambling and gardening/yardwork. it doesn't really matter what you like because you will either like to do what i do or you'll be getting the fuck out.

for fun: i go to gruene hall and catch live music of all genres except bubblegum pop and that plastic country crap that comes out of nashville. also like to make my own beer and cook huge honkin' pots of soup, chili and stew. got a recipe for mulligatawny that will curl your toenails.

favorite hot spots: gruene hall, weren't you listening when i told you that the first time?! also prefer saltwater fishing over freshwater, but either is fine.

my favorite things: i believe i've already mentioned fishing, gambling and going to gruene hall. also enjoy seeing the sun come up in the morning, mowing great fields of grass, living amongst the critters, homegrown tomatoes, other homegrown things, old movies from the 30s-60s, sipping martini's and my lifelong quest for the best cheese enchiladas known to mankind. oh, and hats, i love all kinds of hats, it's my only wardrobe fetish. i'll spend $150-$250 on a nice hat if i want it but always go cheap on my levi 501's, shirts, shorts, etc.

last read: jack higgins - the judas gate, believe there are only three higgins novels i haven't read. only read about one novel a month during baseball season, 2-3 per month in the offseason. about to start an old w.p. kinsella hardback i've had laying around for a while titled box socials.

favorite movies: dr. strangelove, any old hitchcock, the thin man series, the sting and long gone, the greatest baseball comedy to ever appear on the big screen.

favorite foods: pretty much open to anything but yellow squash. i'm a cranky old man with a cranky old colon, so i don't get to eat a lot of my favorite foods any longer like tacos de lingua, fried okra and beef brisket. but i still enjoy all seafood, slow-cooked baby back pork ribs, migas, grilled cheese, creamed spinach and the green giant le sueur peas.

religion/politics: i'm the only member of my church and the only member of my political party. feel free to worship and vote as you wish, just don't expect me to follow. and don't bring any of those right-wing, born-again asshats to the house or as god is my witness, i'll moon 'em and they'll see my droopy old man balls.

general quirks: i wear socks with my jesus shoes, you may call them sandals. not the old rubber thong type, but your general sandal type footwear. it's not because i'm a goofy old man with no fashion sense, but because my feat sweat and the jesus shoes all end up stinking in two weeks if i don't wear socks.

i don't need an alarm clock to wake up in the mornings. i tell myself when i lay down the night before that i need to be up at 4:15, 5:05, whatever, and i wake up at that time. i haven't slept past 9:20 a.m. since 1994, and that was a night on the ale and getting in at 4:30.

if you want to know more, e-mail me at [email protected]. you can check out the photo on my facebook page, that's about two years ago with one of the short-bus cats i feed. only thing that has changed is i lost the mustache and goatee but kept a long patch of beard just below my lower lip. believe the kids these days call that a soul patch or a taint tickler, not sure.

love it! If I was a broad Id considering inviting you over.
 
You said Hawk sends $100 stalker packages?

I've sent poster's $100 gifts myself but they were certainly not stalker like though. Actually I've sent $100 flower arrangement to someone's dieing mom that wasn't dieing, $100 Bed Bath and Beyond to a friggin Bama fan and $100 worth of ham just cause I felt bad about giving a $60 ham to my dog.
 
right that is why its not pouncing

its puppet-mastery

Oh, yes. Alluding to blatant references is not the same as directly pronouncing them. It's pretty comical that you think there's a difference in someone's reaction when you call them a cunt or when you call "people who think they are puppet masters" cunts.

I have the balls to call you a fucking dumb cunt directly. You don't. That's the only difference.
 
thanks. that pic is from today when i was by the pool.

ok ok i'll deal with the hijeck as long as i can bring it back to topic occasionally with my posts... i have things to share, and you guys are supposed to pick my next date, remember?