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john_willison

I am a male, 25 years young, residing in Canada, Ontario - Toronto, and I'm looking for a male match on Flirthut.

Dating is just awkward moments and one person wants more than the other. It's just that constant strangeness. I think it's a very real thing.

I am in search of...

Someone who enjoys the outdoors, tries to eats healthy and likes to take a midnight stroll from time-to-time.

  • Identifies as: male
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  • Marital Status: single
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About me

I do like dating cynics - they tend to be incredibly funny.

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The Date That Turned Into a Public Safety Incident

...and why I now require a phone call before meeting anyone in real life.

Dating is hard enough without adding public embarrassment, security guards, and a runaway train. But here I am, surviving to tell the story. We all know dating comes with risks. Sometimes those risks are emotional, sometimes logistical, and occasionally — like in my case — they involve a fully grown adult collapsing in public places for no logical reason. I had high hopes for this date. We'd met on a dating app, and she seemed genuinely lovely. Our messages flowed effortlessly — witty, playful, even a little flirty in the best possible way. There's something magical about those early conversations where everything feels promising, like this could be the start of something real. In hindsight, I probably should have insisted on a phone call first. That simple, four-minute conversation could have prevented what will forever be filed under "Worst Date of My Entire Life." But no, I was caught in the intoxicating trap of good texting chemistry. And texting chemistry… lies.

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