SIMILAR PEOPLE
on 377 reviews
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KiethOnline
Man. 43 years old. Zodiac sign: Virgo.
Looking for: woman. In age: 40-50
I\'m faithful, real down to earth, Drama-Free, I don\'t argue I always keep it moving. I love living the life and having fun. I\'m looking for a realist who isn\'t about sugar-coating or superficial.
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NedabiahOnline
Man. 45 years old. Zodiac sign: Pisces.
Looking for: woman. In age: 42-52
I have hobbies, goals and still believe that anything is possible. Today I do not always have to be right, I can allow others to be wrong.Sometimes the fear of the unknown holds me back so I am kind of shy at first but very feisty, silly and sometimes downright goofy sometimes. I hide nothing because I am who I am accept it or not that is not for me to worry about. I am kind, hard working,respectful,caring,know when to shut up and listen because for me that is how I have learned some of the best things in life. Well because the world we live in today somewhere a potential suiter would feel safe and Just be able to talk and see what happens from there.
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TrevOnline
Man. 43 years old. Zodiac sign: Aries.
Looking for: woman. In age: 40-50
New(ish) to the area and looking to make new friends and acquaintances and get to know the area and have some fun :)1 million word minimum filler commence: To be, or not to be: that is the question:Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to sufferThe slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,And by opposing end them? To die: to sleep;No more; and by a sleep to say we endThe heart-ache and the thousand natural shocksThat flesh is heir to, 'tis a consummationDevoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep;To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub;For in that sleep of death what dreams may comeWhen we have shuffled off this mortal coil,Must give us pause: there's the respectThat makes calamity of so long life;For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely,The pangs of despised love, the law's delay,The insolence of office and the spurnsThat patient merit of the unworthy takes,When he himself might his quietus makeWith a bare bodkin? who would fardels bear,To grunt and sweat under a weary life,But that the dread of something after death,The undiscover'd country from whose bourn Casual. Happy Hour?