Age: 50
Sex: Male
Sexuality: Asexual
Relationship: Married
Occupation: Marketing/Graphics
Location: Toledo, OH. USA
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My Biography
wowsers! been a fkn while. VEN thought i was a forever member man.been 11 years sense i left some type of message, well GD where has the time going. Sold the 240, have a 23yo daughter, 6yo daughter and 1yo twins a boy and a girl. wouldn't trade my past for anything.. ok maybe one. HAH

YES im now workgin 2 jobs, wasnt geting hours at my one job so i did what i had to do. but now they decide to give me some more hours. all equals down to about a 78 hour work week. so if im not on much anymore you now know why.
By the way thats isnt the GF in the pix, just the Brides made i was setup with.
Im no longer workign 2 jobs. I quit target about 6 months after i started. It was way to strenuous on me. Plus the Roomates and GF didnt like it all.. the roomates had to be quiet all the time and that put a big damper on there partying. Plus the GF only saw me 5-30 minutes at a time. It was a big relife for everyone when i quit. Even peopel i didnt even know it was bothering. HAHAHAHAH
Moved in with the GF. Well it was the only logical move, being i was basicly there constatly anyhow and still paying rent at the other place.
About a month ago i was offered a new job by one of my GF's closest freinds. So i figured hell yeah easy job, no more customers to worry about, no more dam phones to answer. 2 days before my 2 weeks was up he called, said he wasnt ready for me and probably wouldent be for a while. WTF so now im jobless.
Another "hookup from the GF". My GF's aunt is good frineds with owners of the company she works for. She got me an interview with them, for a new job. Looks like i may be working in the catalog area. Maybe ill finaly start using my design education instead of my self learned comp skills. HAHA
I did get the job. I do work in the catalog/marketing area. Geting paid pretty well, YAY!. I work on the website for them, i get new DVD art from all ofthe big movie companies and put it into the website. plus now because ive caught them up soo much and have helpd so much im actualy working on the catalogs now. they go out to librairies allll over the US, and probly more soon. If you work in a library or know somoen who does, ask them where they det there DVDs. If its a company called Midwest Tapes, then thats the place. Look for my pic in last months and this months cat. :P

Well sometihng i fergot to mention before. My old car kinda died on me its been almost 2 months now. I ended up getting a nice blue metal flake Honda Civic EX. It has all the gadgets, all power and a moon/sun roof. I was planing on selling my Nissan 240SX but i dontthink i will anymore. Im planing on using exra cash to getit back up and running again. All it needs is a master cylinder which controls all the brakes, if you didnt know. Then ill be adding stuff to it slowly. I just needto get a place to work on it and store it:(.

Ok so you wana know about me?

Well I'm an A-Typical guy.. in a round about way.
I like my video games, sex, boobs, not into sports though, food, sex, food & sex, and more boobs.

Ways im not a typical guy..
I can cook a kick ass meal, I can sew - yeah I said it, thats what happens when your an only child you learn stuff from both parents. I LOVE to get the girl off first, and I doo like to just chill and "cuddle" with the females, not just a wham bam thank you mam type. hehe

Im 5'11" and around 155 Lbs, Im skinny I know this. But im workign on it.. haha as far as a full description, look at my pix that should be enugh.. ;)

I live in a house with 2 roomates. one is actualy on COA his nick is scooter. We have a bomb ass place in a nice quiet neighborhood and plan to make it alot better this summer. were planing to Add in a bar, a pool table, a hot tub, some arcade games, and a stripper pole - Dont we wish.. haha
I did build the bar though. :)

As far as my girls on my crush list..
YUMMY too you all..
& i miss talking to you. :(

Don't call me "Generation X,"
call me a child of the eighties

I am a child of the eighties. That is what I prefer to be called. The nineties can do without me. Grunge isn't here to stay, fashion is fickle and "Generation X" is a myth created by some over-40 writer trying to figure out why people wear flannel in the summer. When I got home from school, I played with my Atari 2600. I spent hours playing Pitfall or Combat or Breakout or Dodge'em Cars or Frogger. I never did beat Asteroids. Then I watched "Scooby Doo." Daphne was a Goddess, and I thought Shaggy was smoking something synthetic in the back of their psychedelic van. I hated Scrappy.

I would sleep over at friends' houses on the weekends. We played army with G.I. Joe figures, and I set up galactic wars between Autobots and Decepticons. We stayed up half the night throwing marshmallows and Velveeta at one another. We never beat the Rubik's Cube.

I got up on Saturday mornings at 6 a.m. to watch bad Hanna-Barbera cartoons like "The Snorks," "Jabberjaw," "Captain Caveman," and "Space Ghost." In between I would watch "School House Rock." ("Conjunction junction, what's your function?")

On weeknights Daisy Duke was my future wife. I was going to own the General Lee and shoot dynamite arrows out the back. Why did they weld the doors shut? At the movies the Nerds got Revenge on the Alpha Betas by teaming up with the Omega Mus. I watched Indiana Jones save the Ark of the Covenant, and wondered what Yoda meant when he said, "No, there is another."

Ronald Reagan was cool. Gorbachev was the guy who built a McDonalds in Moscow. My family took summer vacations to the Gulf of Mexico and collected "Muppet Movie" glasses along the way. (We had the whole set.) My brother and I fought in the back seat. At the hotel we found creative uses for Connect Four pieces like throwing them in that big air conditioning unit.

I listened to John COUGAR Mellencamp sing about Little Pink Houses for Jack and Diane. I was bewildered by Boy George and the colors of his dreams, red, gold, and green. MTV played videos. Nickelodeon played "You Can't Do That on Television" and "Dangermouse." Cor! HBO showed Mike Tyson pummel everybody except Robin Givens, the bad actress from "Head of the Class" who took all Mike's cashflow.

I drank Dr. Pepper. "I'm a Pepper, you're a Pepper, wouldn't you like to be a Pepper, too?" Shasta was for losers. TAB was a laboratory accident. Capri Sun was a social statement. Orange juice wasn't just for breakfast anymore, and bacon had to move over for something meatier.

My mom put a thousand Little Debbie Snack Cakes in my Charlie Brown lunch box, and filled my Snoopy Thermos with grape Kool-Aid. I would never eat the snack cakes, though. Did anyone? I got two thousand cheese and cracker snack packs, and I ate those.

I went to school and had recess. I went to the same classes everyday. Some weird guy from the eighth grade always won the science fair with the working hydro-electric plant that leaked on my project about music and plants. They just loved Beethoven.

Field day was bigger than Christmas, but it always managed to rain just enough to make everybody miserable before they fell over in the three-legged race. Where did all those panty hose come from? "Deck the Halls with Gasoline, fa la la la la la la la la," was just a song. Burping was cool. Rubber band fights were cooler. A substitute teacher was a baby sitter/marked woman. Nobody deserved that.

I went to Cub Scouts. I got my arrow-of-light, but never managed to win the Pinewood Derby. I got almost every skill award but don't remember ever doing anything.

The world stopped when the Challenger exploded.

Did a teacher come in and tell your class?

Half of your friends' parents got divorced.

People did not just say no to drugs.

AIDS started, but you knew more people who had a grandparent die from cancer.

Somebody in your school died before they graduated.

When you put all this stuff together, you have my childhood. If this stuff sounds familiar, then I bet you are one, too.

We are children of the eighties. That is what I prefer "they" call it.

(I only wish I could put MY name on this!)
by Bryant Adkins
Published in 'The Reflector'
January 20, 1995

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