I have a dog but we live in a constant state of tension and distrust. I hate long walks along the beach and much prefer a short stroll through a darkened alley. I can't do math of any kind. Rain makes me nervous. Whenever I eat I simply chew and stare at the person I'm sitting across from. Conversation is not my thing. I'm never spontaneous and prefer to plan things years in advance. Speaking of which, I now have to go make muffins. It's a night of baking fun I scheduled on December 9th, 1987.
I'm looking for someone who has no idea what they want in life and is terrified to do anything. I'm not looking for a best friend. I already have one. His name is Mark.
If you're sitting there reading this wondering why anyone would write such a thing in a personal ad... you probably shouldn't email me.
