RuleOfThrees at Vampirefreaks.com

I'm beguiled and enchanted by the most beautiful, caring girl in the world, Cyndi (07butterflygirl). I love her madly. She fills my thoughts in a way that no one else can, and makes my world a brighter, happier place. Just a few words from her will lift me when I'm down. Yes, all this is gushy and sentimental. She brings that side out of me too. There is nobody in the world who fits me as perfectly as she does. No one else can make me smile as easily her, or understand my thoughts as effortlessly, or spark and challenge my mind so often, or who plays with my inner child so comfortably. I feel like I have waited my entire life to find her, and now I finally have. She has shown me that there is more beauty in life than I imagined possible, and for that gift I cannot help but love her completely.

I hate writing these sort of things. It involves a degree of self-inspection that leaves me feeling somewhat uncomfortable.

Where to start? I'm a 28 year old (should be old enough to know better?) male living in Reading, UK. I'm an incredibly relaxed and laid back individual. The past has happened, and there is no value in getting stressed over that, and the future, well problems there might never happen, so winding myself up just seems daft.

At heart I'm hopelessly idealistic, full of romantised views on how the world *ought* to be, and yet deeply cynical.

I'm deeply, deeply curious about the world around me and the people in it. I never quite lost that childlike drive to ask "But why?". I just phrase it better these days.

On cults, comments and ratings...

I do read the comments (and the profiles of anyone who posts a comment). To get me to respond usually requires either a question from you, even one of the "Hope you are well?" variety, or for something about you or your comment to actually catch my eye and provoke my interest. As much as my ego secretly loves the "I like XYZ, have a 10" messages, I'm unlikely to respond to them unless I'm really bored.

Don't expect an auto-magical rating just because you gave me one. Ratings from me are rare, and go to people who genuinely spark my interest.

Finally, cult inviters. my rational minds knows that you aren't going to read this. It knows that you just randomly spam invites at people you spot on one of the profile lists without actually reading their profiles. Despite that fact, I am going to write this anyway. I am not interested in your cult for beautiful people, or your cult for fun and chatting that has nothing to distinguish itself from the hundreds of other identical cults. Please don't bother sending them to me. I only delete them anyway.

Yes, I have such things. No, I won't give it out. I spend virtually every waking hour in the company of my amazing girlfriend, and I have neither the time, nor the inclination to be devoting hours to getting to know new faces. That might seem a tad stand-offish, but its the cold truth.