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Kenji

I am a male, 38 years young, residing in United States, North Carolina - Raleigh, and I'm looking for a female match on Flirthut.

Love yourself first and everything else falls into line. You really have to love yourself to get anything done in this world.

I am in search of...

Intelligent, sweet, down-to-earth and adventurous. Bonus points if you're a little bit quirky.

  • Identifies as: male
  • Height: prefer not to say
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  • Marital Status: single
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  • Has children: prefer not to say
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About me

I'm not great at dating, but I need to do it to relax. I am 47 not 38

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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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