Like me? A woman told me I look %100 healthy. I am. But I have Epilepsy. I am disabled and I want to be an author. That's all. I am looking for my Soulmate. She's out there. But if I found a woman I thought she was the one...and I said I have Epilepsy. She run away. I am 31 and feel like a old fart.

p.s. I didn't type this for fun or for people to fell sorry for me.

Never Invited

So I invite myself into things.

Cafes, bars, stores, anything anywhere.

So I can see people smile, holding hands, laugh, cough, shout,

Talk on those annoying cell phones. I walk on the wide streets.

Sidewalks. Roads.

I invite myself to see if I can meet someone.

Thanks guys and women. And by the way, we did get engaged. lol. That's was okay for two months. Oh boy!

Is it good to ask the ex to try again one more time? Even if she's still in love? Maybe? Me and my ex have broken 7 times and we still love each other. It's crazy. Well, I don't know if she's in love with me anymore for sure. Hell, I want to walk all the way to where she lives. Which is an hour away from here. San Antonio, TX---Yancey, TX I'll do it too! hee hee.

Hope I found the right place to talk about this. But really, do Asian women like Hispanic men. Me, I find Asian women very attractive. But I see them with Caucasian, Asian, and African men. Do Asian women and men find Hispanics lovably?

Mr. Skyhook. How about Epilepsy? Is that Mental Illness? I think I know what you and everyone else is chatting about here.

Hope the Dallas Stars WIN

Put in DEMONS for Halloween.

Thank you, Melodygirl. Take care.

Do I sound like a baby at the bottom of my profile? Rate and criticism me all you want.

I need a good friend and hope find my true love. I know she's out there.

We sit forgotten from the world as
we have been thought extinct.
Hopeless romantics searching for you, the men and women of
our dreams. We walk the world looking for our soul mates
who will change our depressing states of minds. We cry out to
you but we are not heard. We throw out our arms to you.
But you are to far from reach.
We want to love you but you laugh and
whisk us away like dust. You tell us you want more from what
we will already give you.
We give you our love and
respect yet you want more.
And we stand here to wait until you change your mind.

Peter crumbled another piece of paper out of the typewriter and

threw to the floor.

“Damn! I can’t think,” he snorted.

The rain fell outside as Peter tried to write the last chapters

to his novel, which was in deadline in three days. The picture of

his father on his desk stared at him. Peter looked at it before

throwing it on the floor. Ever since moving to New York, Peter

never forgot the fight he with his father. Peter wanted to be a

writer; his father wanted him to become something better. When he

got his first novel writing contract, Peter told his father.

“That’s only one contract, Peter. Maybe the only one you’ll

ever get,” his father said.

“Dammit Dad! You’re never happy in my successes. I can see why

Mom left you.”

Peter couldn’t believe he said that. His father slapped him in the

face. Peter moved away from Boston that night.

As he began to type out a chapter to his novel, Peter heard a

ruckus of car honks outside. He walked to the window and lift up

the window blind. Through the thick rain, a woman in a blue dress

danced in the street. Car drivers honked and cussed at her.

She ignored them all and danced to the middle of the street.

“What the hell is she doing?” Peter said.

He sat back to the typewriter and tried thinking. But the rain,

the honking from the cars, and the woman, now laughing, swirled

around into his concentration. He put on his raincoat and grabbed

his umbrella.

Outside, he walked slowly to the woman. She spun around and saw him.

“It’s a beautiful night isn’t it?” She asked.

“You do know you might get killed dancing in the street,” Peter

said.

The woman raised her arms into the air and danced. Her soggy

brown hair threw out sprinkles of water and smacked Peter in the

face. Wiping his face, Peter saw a truck coming fast into view.

The driver honked. Peter grabbed the woman and took her to the


sidewalk.

“You gotta get out of the street, lady!”

The light post at the corner of the sidewalk lit up her face.

Peter found her attractive.

She had a smooth white skin with small freckles and long curly brown

hair.

“I’m sorry,” she said. “I guess I am getting too crazy

tonight.”

“Maybe just a little,” Peter exaggerated. He covered her with

his umbrella and saw the small coffee café across the street.

“You want something to drink. I bet you could use it.”

The woman smiled. “Sure.”

Inside the café Peter couldn’t help but ask, “What’s your name

and what the hell are you dancing in the rain with that dress on?”

She looked down at her dress. Rain still dripped down it making

a small puddle on the floor.

“My name is Naomi.” She said. “I always where this dress when

in rains. It reminds me of my dad.”

Peter tried to get the picture. He couldn’t.

“You probably don’t understand,” Naomi said. “Dad helped me

find a dress for my high school prom. I never had a mom. She died

when I was one.”

“After my prom I found a police officer at my house. He told me

Dad was in a car crash. At the hospital, I sat by him. He didn’t

look so good.” Tears began to fall from her blue eyes.

Peter grabbed a napkin and handed it to her.

“Dad told me, “If I die tonight, just remember this. When it

ever rains it’ll be my way to say I love you from heaven. He died

at three in the morning.”

“I get it now.” Peter said.

Peter and Naomi had a cup of coffee and talked for a few hours

before leaving.

“Mind if I walk you home?” Peter asked.

Naomi smiled. They walked across the street to Peter’s

apartment complex.

“You leave here?” he asked.

“Yup!” Naomi said and pointed to the apartment two floors above

Peter's.

Upstairs, Peter and Naomi shook hands.

“Thanks for saving me tonight from that truck,” she said,

kissing him on the cheek.

“No problem,” Peter said.

She opened her door and smiled. “Goodnight.”

“Goodnight.”

When Peter entered his apartment, Peter picked up the picture of his father. Then called him to say, “I am sorry.”

well, everyone who helped me this morning and after I told her my Older brother is a police officer in AZ. Which is the truth. I haven't gotten any emails from "her" So this person was a fake. Everyone, I was emailing from a woman from a diffrent website this weekend and I thought she was going to be the great true love for me. Guess not. Really sucks. It was a SCAM.

Thanks everyone so far. I did say, my older bro, is a police officer in Az. That's the truth.

I need help from you all. I met a woman from a diffrent website. She's the perfect woman for me. I have three pictures of her. She's from Florida. Right now she says she in Nigeria-wierd? With her Step Mom. But I've been playing stupid with her. Emailing as if she's for Real or Fake. Is this woman real or not. She gave me a test. A test to do-If a was a good man. And asked me other simple questions. She then said in a one day this was already a realtionship. What to you think?

Stevie Wonder did Van Halen's music?

Our reality life was like The Flintstones.

After in rained we got holes everywhere

Monkeys finally spilled out their secret: They could talk and they were the ones who created "the Hippie." That's right, Man!-the youth movement that began in the United States during the mid-1960s and spread around the world.

Scientists figure that the Sun isn't a star anymore. It's just a huge piece of "something" hot in the sky.

I'll try think of some funny stuff-if these weren't good enough.

I asked woman if she would to co ut to cafe and then see a movie. She said she would love that. We would do that today, every one. But I haven't heard from her last night. No e-mails. None. I feel spamed. This has been happened to me two times. It sucks.

The phone rings and my heart starts to
race. I say “Hello” and it’s you.
You say your name and a smile rushes to my
lips. We’ve talked to each other for so long
and ever time we do I become overjoyed and ecstatic.
For your voice is a harmony of sensuous bewilderment
that takes me away to a world of incredible passion. You
have become my reality to my crumbling world and has become
mended together again by your friendship.

But now I want you to become more that just that.
Now I hope for you to become my fantasy and my universe. So are souls can intertwine as one. Our two hearts joined by our eternal friendship.
I’ve never had the nerve or courage to tell you this before but now my heart cannot stand this anymore. I want you to know you are what I dream of everyday. For now you have become my greatest craving and I lust for your lips to kiss mine.

I want you to know you can always count on me.
For anything you need I will give you. If you
ever need anyone to talk to, I will be there on the
other line to hear every word you speak. And if you need a hand
to hold, you can hold mine. (And I hope you never let go.)
I’ve wanted you to know these things for so long. My heart
has erupted with a fiery desire and only you can restrain it with your smile.
And with one kiss my soul will no longer shed anymore tears.

My brother-in-law asked tonight why the biscuits were looking like stars. My mom said, everyone around the table is a star. My sister, Camille somewhat went sarcastic. But my mom said because everyone here is a star. I thought about that and it made me feel good. It made me think once I get published soon in the future I’ll be a star. Well that a star but an author. Yup, an Children’s Author. What I really want to be. So I think about the biscuit the star foil tonight and Aaron by funny bro-in-law and question he asked.