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| Just here for the right girl, the forums, a few laughs, and perhaps a friend or two.
I don't really have great expectations from a dating site, but since by interests are a bit unusual, having a checklist seems like a good idea. I am pretty much willing to chat about anything, but if there is any desire for more, submission has to be a top priority. I honestly don't have any interest in anything other than slaves/pets.
I don't message every new girl on this site, in fact, I rarely message anyone unless they make some sort of impression. So, if you happen to stumble across this profile and share any of my interests (you DO know there are interest lists as well as pictures here right?) and want to talk, it will probably be up to you to initiate the conversation. I know that will seem odd to some of you, but if you can't overcome your ego enough to start a conversation, you probably don't have what I'm looking for. I'm not here to compete for your attention, there are plenty of people for that, just sayin'...
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"All around me are familiar faces
Worn out places, worn out faces
Bright and early for the daily races
Going nowhere, going nowhere
Their tears are filling up their glasses
No expression, no expression
Hide my head I wanna drown my sorrow
No tomorrow, no tomorrow...
And I find it kind of funny, I find it kind of sad
The dreams in which I'm dying are the best I've ever had
I find it hard to tell you, I find it hard to take
When people run in circles it's a very, very
Mad world... Mad world..."
-Tears for Fears (although I prefer the Gary Jules version)
I wonder why my subconscious picked this particular song to run in a loop in my head this morning? It seems to be particularly that first couple verses and chorus, so maybe I just need a change of scenery. I will have to prioritize a walk today as soon as it warms up a little.
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"Most people desperately desire to believe that they are part of a great mystery, that Creation is a work of grace and glory, not merely the result of random forces colliding. Yet each time that they are given but one reason to doubt, a worm in the apple of the heart makes them turn away from a thousand proofs of the miraculous, whereupon they have a drunkard's thirst for cynicism, and they feed upon despair as a starving man feeds upon a loaf of bread."
-Dean Koontz, Odd Thomas
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