NAME: fourears
AGE: 1
FEMALE/MALE: Male
WHY SHOULD I DATE YOU?: you shouldn't
WHERE DO YOU LIVE?: 2d realm
ARE YOU A PSYCHOPATH?: yes
WHAT IS LOVE?: catgirls
WHICH GIRL DO YOU PREFER? (STRAIGHT-BI-GAY-WTV): catgirl

WHY SHOULD I DATE YOU? Through myself you may find your only opportunity in life to become red pilled. I will reveal to you the brilliance of nature, life and culture.

NAME: Tim "The Hungriest Hungriest Hippo" Davidson.

AGE Sixteen, though I've oft been told to wield the maturity and perspective of my big brother (eighteen).

FEMALE/MALE: Gender is not a binary function. All aspects of sexuality are defined as a spectrum, and I won't waste my time explaining the processes by which I deciphper my spot on it.

WHY SHOULD I DATE YOU? Through myself you may find your only opportunity in life to become red pilled. I will reveal to you the brilliance of nature, life and culture.

WHERE DO YOU LIVE? I am a resident, if you will, of the internet; a place where borders and law are meaningless connotations to a primitive society.

ARE YOU A PSYCHOPATH? Is that the cool one? Which one was Sherlock? I'm either that or a sociopath.

WHAT IS LOVE? "Love" is nothing more than a series of neural reactions to chemical stimuli. Those who believe in love as a supernatural force disgust me.

WHICH GIRL DO YOU PREFER? (STRAIGHT-BI-GAY-WTV) All beings are fragments composing a boundless chain of interconnective energy, and I will open myself to any with open arms.

APPLICATION:

NAME: Call me Ishmael. Some years ago—never mind how long precisely—having little or no money in my purse, and nothing particular to interest me on shore, I thought I would sail about a little and see the watery part of the world. It is a way I have of driving off the spleen and regulating the circulation. Whenever I find myself growing grim about the mouth; whenever it is a damp, drizzly November in my soul; whenever I find myself involuntarily pausing before coffin warehouses, and bringing up the rear of every funeral I meet; and especially whenever my hypos get such an upper hand of me, that it requires a strong moral principle to prevent me from deliberately stepping into the street, and methodically knocking people's hats off—then, I account it high time to get to sea as soon as I can. This is my substitute for pistol and ball. With a philosophical flourish Cato throws himself upon his sword; I quietly take to the ship. There is nothing surprising in this. If they but knew it, almost all men in their degree, some time or other, cherish very nearly the same feelings towards the ocean with me.
There now is your insular city of the Manhattoes, belted round by wharves as Indian isles by coral reefs—commerce surrounds it ...
Circumambulate the city of a dreamy Sabbath afternoon. Go from Corlears Hook to Coenties Slip, and from thence, by Whitehall, northward. What do you see?—Posted like silent sentinels all around the town, stand thousands upon thousands of mortal men fixed in ocean reveries. Some leaning against the spiles; some seated upon the pier-heads; some looking over the bulwarks of ships from China; some high aloft in the rigging, as if striving to get a still better seaward peep.

NAME: fourears
AGE: 1
FEMALE/MALE: Male
WHY SHOULD I DATE YOU?: you shouldn't
WHERE DO YOU LIVE?: 2d realm
ARE YOU A PSYCHOPATH?: yes
WHAT IS LOVE?: catgirls
WHICH GIRL DO YOU PREFER? (STRAIGHT-BI-GAY-WTV): catgirl