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ShyDevon

I am a male, 31 years young, residing in United States, Texas - Apple Springs, and I'm looking for a female match on Flirthut.

Spiritual relationship is far more precious than physical. Physical relationship divorced from spiritual is body without soul.

I am in search of...

I am a diverse and passionate person. I Enjoy a constructive loving and caring conversation, I really don't enjoy hanging out but prefer rating indoor with my lover and have a good time together

  • Identifies as: male
  • Height: >5'6 to 5'8 (1.68m to 1.73m)
  • Body type: average
  • Marital Status: single
  • Looking for: a serious relationship
  • Hair colour: blonde
  • Hair length: short
  • Eyes: green
  • Drinking habits: regularly
  • Smoking habits: brown
  • Has children: none
  • Joined Flirthut: Visible to upgraded members
  • Last online: Visible to upgraded members
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About me

I am a fun loving, hard working, easy going, down to earth guy that enjoys life to the *** I am a diverse and passionate person.

My flirt feature

I like to flirt with my my lips.

Interests

Cooking Fashion Football Gardening Golf Horse Whispering Movies / film Music The Gym



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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