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Walterpacker123

I am a male, 36 years young, residing in Germany, Berlin - Berlin, and I'm looking for a female match on Flirthut.

Love is like a friendship caught on fire. In the beginning a flame, very pretty, often hot and fierce, but still only light and flickering. As love grows older, our hearts mature and our love becomes as coals, deep-burning and unquenchable.

I am in search of...

I'm not sure what I'm looking for. Perhaps it could be you?

  • Identifies as: male
  • Height: prefer not to say
  • Body type: athletic
  • Marital Status: separated
  • Looking for: marriage
  • Hair colour: white
  • Hair length: medium
  • Eyes: prefer not to say
  • Drinking habits: rarely / occasionally
  • 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

Dating is different when you get older. You're not as trusting, or as eager to get back out there and expose yourself to someone.

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I like to flirt with my prefer not to say.

Interests

Art / Sculpture Bird Watching Cycling Fishing Martial Arts Photograpy Restaurant The Gym 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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