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The Basics and My Photo
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 My Name: David or Dave (*not* "Muffin"!)
Where I Live: Dallas, Texas
Age: 38, but I still have my own teeth!
Eye color: Hazel
Hair color: Light and dark blonde mix
Sign: Scorpio, but I don't believe in that stuff
Relationship Status: Temporarily off the market due to manufacturer recall
Sociability: Introverted unless I know you well
Fave foods: Sonic Slushes and linguini w/pesto
Photo details: It's 6 years old, but that's the most recent one I have. Deal with it!
Smoker?: Yuck, no!
Best traits: Easygoing and funny
Worst traits: Right—like I'd tell you!
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My Personality
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I'm not a member of any religious cult, nor have I ever voted Republican (nor will I ever). I also don't date Republicans. (Hey—I've gotta have *some* standards, ya know!)
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I'm just a darned cheery guy with an offbeat sense of humor. I smile and laugh a lot. Every once in a while I get moody, but only when it's my time of the month!
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I'm very interested in pop culture and psychology, but I couldn't care less about art, history, cars, sports, or the stock market. I also maintain that there's a difference between people who have bad taste by choice and those who simply don't know any better.
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I have absolutely no use for mornings—nothing important ever happened before noon. Somehow, though, I haven't been able to turn the world around to my way of thinking.
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I'm absolutely crazy about blondes (real or from a bottle). I'm sure there's some deep-seated psychological cause behind this, but I don't know what. Of course, being blonde isn't a requirement!
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I've been accused of often giving unsolicited advice. Hey, I can't help it that I'm a fount of wisdom! (They probably mocked Confucius, too!)
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My Thoughts
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Children are made to be eaten. They scream; they poop; they cost a lot. I'd rather have a high-definition plasma TV.
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Any gifts I am ever given containing the word Chia will be promptly returned to the giver along with a thorough boxing of the snout.
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My own idea of a personal Hell is having 500 cable stations, and all of them are showing Full House.
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And a Little More About My Past
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I was constantly subjected to frightening foods of my mother's creation during my formative years. Worse yet, she'd make you guess what was in the dishes. The scariest: A bizarre Christmas concoction of tuna fish, oranges, cinnamon, coconut, mayonnaise, pepper, garlic powder, and pecans!
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Since I wasn't allowed to have other pets, I had to stick with Sea Monkeys. (For the uninitiated, they are actually tiny, green brine shrimp.) It should be mentioned that they die in about a day, make the water smell awful, and don't wear little gold crowns like on the box.
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Number of "little Korean girls" my mother repeatedly insisted she would adopt because she wanted me to have a sister: One. Number she actually adopted: None.
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Number of years I've suggested to my family going to the Baby Dolls Gentlemen's Entertainment club on Northwest Highway for its free Thanksgiving lunch: Three. Number of times my family has accepted: None.
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