I sent this to someone asking about me. Is it too brash?
There are things you deserve to know if we are going to be friends. First, I am 22 and unmarried. I live in a dinky ass town in south eastern Indiana. I haven't dated for 2 years and 6 days, ad with good reason. This reason sometimes turns people away and if it does you as well, I will understand.
Four years ago I wrecked my car. I fell asleep and hit a utilitypole. I broke my neck and severed the nerves. (C-6) This means I am paralyzed. Technically, I am a quadraplegic, because my paralysis is neck down, but I use my arms and some of my fingers. I type with a thumb from the left hand and a pinky from the right. I do Ok. I was never suppose to move my hands, fingers, speak, eat, or the likes on my own or at all. But I do.
This sometimes turns people away either because they cannot handle it, do not know how to talk to me or because they're just plain shallow. That's fine and all. But you deserve to know simply because we talk. I am big on being honest. I am blunt. If people don't like it that is too bad. I really don't care.
I listen to all kinds of music. I don't deal well with opera or heavy heavy metal. It just gives me a headache.
I am overweight. I like to drink. I smoke some pot sometimes. When I can afford to which isn't often. I was adopted. My birth mother is 35 and lives in Ohio. She's bi. Most of my friends are non-straight. I have a bastard ass cat named Conrad which I love immensely. I am typing by candle-light. I have a thing for candles. Sometimes I refuse to answer the phone because I am reading.
I wear reading glasses. They are rectangular tourtise shelled frames. This is a basic overview of me. Possibly more than you'd want to know or bargained for. But I told you I had a story for you and I did/do. This is the jist of it. I am expecting a call from my best friend so if I am not online when you come on, just give me a few and I probably will be.
If none of this sways you from talking to me you know where I am.
Four years ago I wrecked my car. I fell asleep and hit a utilitypole. I broke my neck and severed the nerves. (C-6) This means I am paralyzed. Technically, I am a quadraplegic, because my paralysis is neck down, but I use my arms and some of my fingers. I type with a thumb from the left hand and a pinky from the right. I do Ok. I was never suppose to move my hands, fingers, speak, eat, or the likes on my own or at all. But I do.
This sometimes turns people away either because they cannot handle it, do not know how to talk to me or because they're just plain shallow. That's fine and all. But you deserve to know simply because we talk. I am big on being honest. I am blunt. If people don't like it that is too bad. I really don't care.
I listen to all kinds of music. I don't deal well with opera or heavy heavy metal. It just gives me a headache.
I am overweight. I like to drink. I smoke some pot sometimes. When I can afford to which isn't often. I was adopted. My birth mother is 35 and lives in Ohio. She's bi. Most of my friends are non-straight. I have a bastard ass cat named Conrad which I love immensely. I am typing by candle-light. I have a thing for candles. Sometimes I refuse to answer the phone because I am reading.
I wear reading glasses. They are rectangular tourtise shelled frames. This is a basic overview of me. Possibly more than you'd want to know or bargained for. But I told you I had a story for you and I did/do. This is the jist of it. I am expecting a call from my best friend so if I am not online when you come on, just give me a few and I probably will be.
If none of this sways you from talking to me you know where I am.