Male, 21, blonde hair, tall, 180 ids, looking for a platonic relationship with another individual, preferably alive.
Someone who is always there for me. Someone who respects my privacy. Someone who will offer advice or critique when needed. Someone who likes the things I like. Someone with differing interests who encourages me to try new things. Someone who asks for nothing. Someone to share a pack of cigarettes or gum with. Someone I can bum a cigarette or a stick of gum off of. Someone who doesn’t try to change me. Someone who inspires me to change. Someone who doesn’t insist that we split lunch bills evenly, even though you ordered the more expensive dish and had three gin and tonics to my one. Someone who knows that you’re supposed to share at a Tapas restaurant… Matthew.
Someone who is funny and solemn, optimistic and cynical, outgoing and misanthropic, independent and needy, collected and manic, certain and indecisive.
Someone who knows when to leave me alone. Someone who knows when I shouldn’t be left alone. Someone who knows when to fuck off. Someone who doesn’t press me for time in bookstores, museums, parks, etcetera. Someone who I can argue with, who challenges my opinions and beliefs, yet doesn’t act like a dick about it when they are victorious. Someone who trusts me when I take the lead. Someone who asks questions.
Someone who is a leader, a yes-man, a man of knowledge, a bullshit artist, a partner, an adversary, an enabler, a voice of reason, a mover and shaker, an immovable force, a life of the party, a wallflower, a radical, a moderate, a fighter, a mediator, a leader, a disciple, a comic foil, a straight man.
Someone who knows where they’re going. Someone who is just as lost as I am. Someone who doesn’t care about where life takes you, but just wants to enjoy the fucking ride, man. Someone who lives for the moment. Someone with their eye on the prize. Someone who sees the world for what it is. Someone who sees the beauty in the mundane. Someone who illustrates my flaws, and my strengths. Someone who stokes my dreams and dampens my delusions. Someone perfect. Someone who makes mistakes. Someone who chooses their words carefully. Someone who speaks from the gut. Someone who never shuts the fuck up. Someone who sticks up for me. Someone who lets me fight my own battles. Someone envy. Someone to pity. Someone who remembers long-standing appointments for brunch… Matthew. Someone who dreams of better things. Someone content with their place in the world. Someone who doesn’t need to fill silences with conversation just for the sake of conversation. Someone who will give me a ride to work or pick me up from the airport.
Anyone can apply. Those that lack all or most of the above need not apply. I will judge on personality alone. Please include a recent headshot. Women can apply. I am nervous around women. I have faith I will find a match. I know this is an unattainable ideal.