ahhhhh, "rage-quitters" so to speak. maybe. i dunno. i don't want competitive people. i kind of want a woman who can be babysat by video games if i have to do stuff. for example, my dream conversation:
Dream Woman: hey, let's go do stuff today.
Me: what stuff?
DW: i dunno. stuff. out.
Me: but... i have other stuff i have to do.
DW: but i want to do stuff!!!
Me: oh... *turns on x-box*
DW: what are you doing?
Me: nothing. here, hold this controller.
DW: but... but... um... *plays game*
Me: what was that?
DW: be quiet! i'm adventuring, and i can't hear my character explaining the plot with your constant yammering!
Me: love you! *goes to do stuff*
... that'd be great.
someday, the music of the 90s and i will have a baby. it'll be hot. and the baby covered in awesome.
you look like Topper Bottom, the stern yet sensual captain of the USS Rough Service
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Glodson: "Perseus: Slayer of Medusa; Rescuer of Andromeda; Blocker of Cocks"
Perseus: "I am not the guy you want as your wingman."