MrObvious
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:Stating the Obvious:
We are all, Crazy! It's a good thing, though.
A New Beginning.
(Not really.)
Hi ! You can call me W.P Or P.J If we can get past the intro, and we can remain friends or good acquaintance's then perhaps you'll get more then that. I really hope so. I wear glasses; nicely shaped black rim's that accentuate my face enough to a reasonable "Cute" status, as I've been told before hand. Though someday I wish to transfer over to contacts, or possibly surgery for myself. My childhood was great! No qualms with it at all. I was raised properly, right out of the those big blue hill's I love so much. (Had an interesting school experiences further south, though the state was predominately flat. I missed the woods.) First part of my day's were raised in the back country before I was moved into town, and became quite the natural city-slicker. I couldn't make many friends, however, because I'm was quite unruly, and tended to be a bit too wild; hard too handle. Good god my mother had the patience of a saint. I made friends though, they kind of understood where I was coming from, my mentality, and through the hardship of growing up through a divorcing family over the course of 6 year's; I'm glad they stuck with me. I really needed them. Junior high through high school was quite a blur. I didn't care much other then the video games that let me zone out through it all, the skate boarding; Sports like; Football, Soccer (Or Football for you U.K furs of course, no disrespect!), Hockey, Baseball. Thought about giving cross-country track a go once! Though those guys are crazy good and I, well, couldn't get very far with that. High school was a great thing, and all, but I always lost track of what I was really interested in. Kind of floated around mainly waiting for the end.
When I exited school, I found myself entering the real world and pretty much saw my friends 'Shotgun' themselves across the states, disappearing to further themselves wherever they went. I was happy for them. Until finding out I really just found myself with no motivation to do anything; not even college. Which I tried, and failed. So, I decided to head into the work force. Got on a swell job! The Company is great, world renown, and the pay and benefits were all amazing. I will probably work there my entire life if I get the chance, and retire some day with a nice pension after my 40 years of quality service. Which can't come all too soon, ya know? That's my life so far, and too tell ya the truth its not all that bad. It could be far worse off.
( My Cheery Self! )
About me? Well, lets see. I'm about as average as you can get, even though I'm definitely going to find myself with my weights and work out more often. That's definitely going to happen again. My disposition is rather shy. I'm an introvert through and through. Though with some really close buddies and a bit of alcohol, music, video games, and company I'm far from being that pensive, shy-guy ( Hahaha Get it? ) you might notice when first meeting me. I might come off as a total asshole, my face resembling that of a grumbling, blank staring individual who would would seem to stare at you while you talk constantly with no real response, however, that is really not what's going on in my head. I observe, and speak when spoken too. Blunt, and never one to mislead anyone. Unless you count all those year's of lurking, but please don't. Haha...hah....ha. Anyway. I try. Though usually quite up-beat without expressing it much, I tend to take things with an open mind, and respect any of those around me. If you want to get to know me; Awesome! I look forward to it.
( Intro.)
Into the room you would enter, casting your sights across the occupant's and while the joyful, ramblings of the denizen's that lay within tend to peak your interests in conversation. You might over look this younger fellow, situated in a corner, leaning his elbow's while that face seemed to fixated in on a laptop. In the booth, with a savory drink in one hand, and the heavy scent of a cigarette burning away in a nearby ash-tray. Ball cap adorning his head, the bill curved like any baseball-like fashion to keep the faint, yet annoying light of the ceiling out of his vision while the azure hue of a screen tends to reflect in the glasses resting across the bridge of his nose. Short, well groomed dirty blonde hair curling just across his forehead, bouncing when leaning back into the cushion's of the booth's seat. A rather dark t-shirt adorning what would seem like a rather active build, just as well as the dark red and black flannel long sleeve wearing over the top of it. Dark denim jean's shift with his lower half, straining the dark black belt keeping them around his torso, with his leg idly twitching while a nervous leg tends to bounce up and down across the ball of boot clad foot. An idle gaze drifts out across the room's occupant's, even to the newcomer's that enter into the fray that was this bustling meeting place. All in all, a gratifying smile stretches his lips as he soon would return to his laptop, letting the sound of music play in an ear piece stretched from the laptop's side panel.
( Baseball Stats - Cause everyone loves an easy read.)
Name : W.P.
Age: 27
Height: 5'11
Weight: 173
Eye Color: Baby Blue
Hair Color: Strawberry / Dirty Blonde
Fur Color: Deep Gold.
Interests: Computers. Gaming. Music. Work. Anything that he can learn that he finds interesting. Boobs, of course. Sports.(Though, he can't really say he's into them much anymore.) Roleplay. Lurking. Conversation. Cuddles. Swimming in Rivers, and or Lakes and Oceans.
I hope I get to know you better. Let's be friends and shit.
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We are all, Crazy! It's a good thing, though.
A New Beginning.
(Not really.)
Hi ! You can call me W.P Or P.J If we can get past the intro, and we can remain friends or good acquaintance's then perhaps you'll get more then that. I really hope so. I wear glasses; nicely shaped black rim's that accentuate my face enough to a reasonable "Cute" status, as I've been told before hand. Though someday I wish to transfer over to contacts, or possibly surgery for myself. My childhood was great! No qualms with it at all. I was raised properly, right out of the those big blue hill's I love so much. (Had an interesting school experiences further south, though the state was predominately flat. I missed the woods.) First part of my day's were raised in the back country before I was moved into town, and became quite the natural city-slicker. I couldn't make many friends, however, because I'm was quite unruly, and tended to be a bit too wild; hard too handle. Good god my mother had the patience of a saint. I made friends though, they kind of understood where I was coming from, my mentality, and through the hardship of growing up through a divorcing family over the course of 6 year's; I'm glad they stuck with me. I really needed them. Junior high through high school was quite a blur. I didn't care much other then the video games that let me zone out through it all, the skate boarding; Sports like; Football, Soccer (Or Football for you U.K furs of course, no disrespect!), Hockey, Baseball. Thought about giving cross-country track a go once! Though those guys are crazy good and I, well, couldn't get very far with that. High school was a great thing, and all, but I always lost track of what I was really interested in. Kind of floated around mainly waiting for the end.
When I exited school, I found myself entering the real world and pretty much saw my friends 'Shotgun' themselves across the states, disappearing to further themselves wherever they went. I was happy for them. Until finding out I really just found myself with no motivation to do anything; not even college. Which I tried, and failed. So, I decided to head into the work force. Got on a swell job! The Company is great, world renown, and the pay and benefits were all amazing. I will probably work there my entire life if I get the chance, and retire some day with a nice pension after my 40 years of quality service. Which can't come all too soon, ya know? That's my life so far, and too tell ya the truth its not all that bad. It could be far worse off.
( My Cheery Self! )
About me? Well, lets see. I'm about as average as you can get, even though I'm definitely going to find myself with my weights and work out more often. That's definitely going to happen again. My disposition is rather shy. I'm an introvert through and through. Though with some really close buddies and a bit of alcohol, music, video games, and company I'm far from being that pensive, shy-guy ( Hahaha Get it? ) you might notice when first meeting me. I might come off as a total asshole, my face resembling that of a grumbling, blank staring individual who would would seem to stare at you while you talk constantly with no real response, however, that is really not what's going on in my head. I observe, and speak when spoken too. Blunt, and never one to mislead anyone. Unless you count all those year's of lurking, but please don't. Haha...hah....ha. Anyway. I try. Though usually quite up-beat without expressing it much, I tend to take things with an open mind, and respect any of those around me. If you want to get to know me; Awesome! I look forward to it.
( Intro.)
Into the room you would enter, casting your sights across the occupant's and while the joyful, ramblings of the denizen's that lay within tend to peak your interests in conversation. You might over look this younger fellow, situated in a corner, leaning his elbow's while that face seemed to fixated in on a laptop. In the booth, with a savory drink in one hand, and the heavy scent of a cigarette burning away in a nearby ash-tray. Ball cap adorning his head, the bill curved like any baseball-like fashion to keep the faint, yet annoying light of the ceiling out of his vision while the azure hue of a screen tends to reflect in the glasses resting across the bridge of his nose. Short, well groomed dirty blonde hair curling just across his forehead, bouncing when leaning back into the cushion's of the booth's seat. A rather dark t-shirt adorning what would seem like a rather active build, just as well as the dark red and black flannel long sleeve wearing over the top of it. Dark denim jean's shift with his lower half, straining the dark black belt keeping them around his torso, with his leg idly twitching while a nervous leg tends to bounce up and down across the ball of boot clad foot. An idle gaze drifts out across the room's occupant's, even to the newcomer's that enter into the fray that was this bustling meeting place. All in all, a gratifying smile stretches his lips as he soon would return to his laptop, letting the sound of music play in an ear piece stretched from the laptop's side panel.
( Baseball Stats - Cause everyone loves an easy read.)
Name : W.P.
Age: 27
Height: 5'11
Weight: 173
Eye Color: Baby Blue
Hair Color: Strawberry / Dirty Blonde
Fur Color: Deep Gold.
Interests: Computers. Gaming. Music. Work. Anything that he can learn that he finds interesting. Boobs, of course. Sports.(Though, he can't really say he's into them much anymore.) Roleplay. Lurking. Conversation. Cuddles. Swimming in Rivers, and or Lakes and Oceans.
I hope I get to know you better. Let's be friends and shit.