Married…check
Computer/aerospace engineers…Programmer, check
Fathers with teenagers…Grandfather oughta count, check
Bikers…own three bicycles, check
Guys with long hair…in my ears, check
People close to 50…been there, done that, check
Not even one mention of me on people pages…well, there is that picture, should count as a minus though, check
You know, I have no illusions about my physical appearance - I’m short, have fucked-up teeth, no chin, and I’m rapidly gaining weight with no plans to lose it. So it doesn’t surprise (or bother) me that I don’t come up on the “cute dopers” thread. If you were to randomly select 5 guys (one of them being me) and put us in a line-up and have others rate us on our desirability, the odds would be pretty low that I’d be in the top 3 most of the time. When I was 13, my mom said something very helpful to me (though I didn’t think so at the time): “John, you’re never going to get by on your looks, so you need to concentrate on your personality and intellect.” Damn if the old bat wasn’t right. Despite my rather unappetizing physical attributes, I’ve never had much trouble getting dates, which I credit to my cultivation of non-physical qualities. The majority of people, I’ve found, are not so shallow that they become attracted to somebody solely based on outward appearance. I’ve never been flirted with on these boards, but then I’ve never acted flirty myself, which is probably the case with most of you and has more to do with your lack of sexual attention than your looks or personalities. I can honestly say that nearly everyone here has, at one time or another, said something to make me think, or laugh, or wonder. That’s what I call attractive.
BTW, damn your name! LOL Every time I hear Snoop Doggy Dog, I sing Woodstock Birdy Bird. My roommates think I am on crack or something. Thanks for the laughs.
Ok. I’ll finally join this thread. I recall a girl who flirted with me in kindergarten. After falling prey to her wiles, we were engaged to be married. Alas, it just didn’t work out. I thought I could make her happy, but she wanted more form life. That was the last time someone flirted with me. And so, humbled by 35 years of flirt lack, I submit my name to this thread. And to all those who have posted in this thread, I’ve noticed you all, and it’s only through my misplaced sense of decorum, and my total lack of flirting skills, that you have not been previously hit upon.
As a public service announcement, I’ve met woodstockbirdybird a couple times IRL now and he’s 100% dead on. I don’t mean that his unflattering self-description fits, but that it’s understandable that he doesn’t have problems getting dates.