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Indy_gator

I am a male, 42 years young, residing in United States, Indiana - Franklin, and I'm looking for a female match on Flirthut.

You can't stop loving or wanting to love because when its right it's the best thing in the world. When you're in a relationship and its good, even if nothing else in your life is right, you feel like your whole world is complete.

I am in search of...

Someone looking to get out of the mundane and have a little exciting fun.

  • Identifies as: male
  • Height: >5'6 to 5'8 (1.68m to 1.73m)
  • Body type: average
  • Marital Status: married
  • Looking for: a casual relationship
  • Hair colour: blonde
  • Hair length: long
  • Eyes: green
  • Drinking habits: regularly
  • Smoking habits: brown
  • Has children: prefer not to say
  • Joined Flirthut: Visible to upgraded members
  • Last online: Visible to upgraded members
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About me

I love the excitement of something new and forbidden…

My flirt feature

I like to flirt with my prefer not to say.

Interests

Fishing Gardening Travelling

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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