Romantic Explosion

Even by my own idiosyncratic standards, I am living the good life. I am in motion and my movement is honest and original; progress is slow but at my own pace. Though the absence of my heroic allies is crippling, I evidence my own heroism by rejuvenating within myself that which before I drew upon others for, doubtless thanks to those bonds of alliance still residing in my heart, pulsing in time with my own essence. My only troubles are those that make me happy; in wanting rightly, I want for nothing.

There is only one thing missing, one corner left undecorated, one last piece of the puzzle: someone with whom to intimately share all this. A girlfriend or boyfriend. But the women I encounter at the University of Washington lack zest, and the men who frequent my favorite clubs are too often indiscreet. So, in seeking to finish furnishing my life, I have turned to the source from which I furnished my house: the redoubtable craigslist.

As I ever seek only the most sincere and meaningful of discourse, I decided to take a risk and be perfectly honest about my innermost feelings.

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Please let me know what you think.