SIMILAR PEOPLE
on 377 reviews
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ChantalOnline
Woman. 24 years old. Zodiac sign: Scorpio.
Looking for: man. In age: 21-31
I enjoy good conversation with a few laughs, reading. I have a good sense of humor. I want what no one admits they want - having someone accept you for you, being me from day one to the last day.
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CorinaOnline
Woman. 24 years old. Zodiac sign: Gemini.
Looking for: man. In age: 21-31
**sounds rude, but please, no enlisted military...I won't respond...I never know how to describe myself for these...originally from NY, moved here for work. Love the beach, country music (will listen to anything tho and will honor requests to listen to country only when you're not around), going out for a few drinks and some dancing, yoga, cooking/baking (though I don't offer money-back guarantees and won't be offended if you'd rather pizza lol), dogs, etc...any more just ask...I got bored listing things. Just moved here and want to go to every beach on Oahu and learn how to surf/paddle board so bonus points if you can give me give me some (or lots...it'll probably be lots) of pointers. Career driven and goal oriented, but looking for someone to make me show up late and rush back home. Interested? Message me. K Thanks Bye! Easy-going...say the first thing that pops into your head and i'll probably be good with it.
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ChristeneOnline
Woman. 24 years old. Zodiac sign: Capricorn.
Looking for: man. In age: 21-31
I don't really know many people around here... What I'm looking for right now is someone to hang out with, to chat with, to flirt with... Anything more than that is a nice bonus. So picture this:You are totally waiting at a bar for me to arrive. You're nervously sipping on a glass with little umbrellas in it or something, asking yourself whether you're about to meet a psycho-****, because every chick you've been on date with lately has been, big surprise, a psycho-****. There is some brief character background as we flashback to earlier dates throughout the ages, helping the audience get to know you a little better and establishing a solid sense of relatability.Suddenly there is a flash of light, and I materialize out of the smoldering mist. I look totally awesome and also I'm wearing a cape, which you would think would be like weird or something, but it's not."Whoa!" you say. "That was totally the coolest entrance I've ever seen!" And you're right about it.I shrug humbly and we sit down and have a great conversation. I tell you about myself, the things I am, the things I believe, the ways I like to spend my time, and you STILL do not roll your eyes or yawn or play on your phone... THAT, sir, is how interested you are.Then, BAM! Four armed gunmen break into the place and start demanding cash and jewelry. Curious, isn't it, that this rag--POW! I take out the guy closest to me without even batting an eye, because I have seen the Matrix eight times, and AIN'T NOBODY MESSIN' WITH ME OR MY TEMPORARY CONVERSATION PARTNER. A backflip and BOOM! Two more hit the ground. You are totally impressed. Probably hard, but I'm like, whatever.The last gunman quivers with fear at my approach. He panics, grabbing the closest civilian and holding them at gunpoint. "I'LL DO IT, ****!" he screams, sweating bullets. "DON'T MAKE ME DO IT! I'LL DO IT!" I have red hair. You're into it.Thinking fast, I grab a nearby fork from a tabletop and throw in a seemingly random direction. The fork ricochets off a bunch of nonsense and lands in the fourth gunmen's eyeball. He will spend years paying the hospital bill because the poor economy has left him unable to afford medical insurance.Meanwhile, everyone is coming up to me, trying to thank me and congratulate me on a job well done. But I'm just like "Gimme my space, ya'll. I'm with MY MAN."Then we ride away on motorcycle. Made out of fire.And I don't even have a license.Cuz I'm a girl.