Legal warning to first time visitors. What follows is a lot of information about me -- Stan. It's quite lengthy, and has no photos, video or pieces of clip art to keep your attention. Be forewarned: It's all words, and it's going to require you to read. If this worries you, please leave immediately. Most likely, you wouldn't like me anyway. And, even if you did, I probably wouldn't like you. Signed, Management
Now where were we. Yes, I remember...
About me: I'm a dreamer, who, when it comes to life, dreams big. And without a doubt, you’ve never met anyone like me. So, if you’re looking for someone similar to yourself to hang out with and agree with whatever silly trends or beliefs you hold, move along. I’m not your guy.
Business wise, I want to be a millionaire. And not a penny less. Actually, I want to be a multi-millionaire. (Save me the nonsense about wanting to be rich unless you were raised as poor as me. I don't want to hear it. I want to do good things with my money, and I also believe it's wrong to not surpass whatever you're capable of surpassing -- you know, that whole use your talents thing from the Bible.)
Besides business, I love women. Truthfully, I'm practically addicted to them, but you wouldn't know it by watching me.
Let's face it, most women are crazy and one can only tolerate something that is crazy for so long. It starts out entertaining and all, but usually spins out of control. (What few women who aren't crazy that live around here are friends of mine on this page.)
The problem, you see, is that most attractive women -- the kind I like to date -- are spoiled. They're used to getting their way. They're like daddy's little girl, but they forget they're 25 or 30 now, and living on their own. And since they're hot, and they know it, and since most guys are chumps and treat them like they're angels who can't do any wrong, these women lose all since of reality, and eventually just become crazy.
Truth is, they probably have just learned to play games with guys because it makes for great talk over drinks with other girls. "Hey, would you believe Brian e-mailed me this morning, then called two different times, and then even texted me?," one especially cute one snickers. Another chimes in, "Joey just spent a couple hundred bucks on me. He bought me this bracelet and he thinks I like him, but I’m going to tell him in a day or two that I think we should just be friends."
Ha, ha, ha they all laugh with big grins. These gifts and stories of pursuit just boost their stock as they see it, and certainly their ego. Unfortunately, they have no clue how damaging this cavalier attitude is.
Well, if you're a lady, and you happen to be on this page, and you hap- pen to have met me or somehow gotten your hands on this page info, then get out your pen and paper right now if you plan on ever dating me. And if I recently met you and gave you this myspace address, it’s for two reasons: One, you’ve managed to catch my eye -- congrats, no small accomplishment. Two, I believe in efficiency and I’d rather you just read this and learn about me than waste our time -- or certainly mine -- figuring out I’m not your type.
Okay, you have that pen, right? Now, write this down: Stan is not Brian or Joey. While he is funny, and while he will flirt with you and date you until you pull a silly game on him, he will not buy you drinks at the club, tell you you're smart if you're not, or do any of the other silly things most guys do.
You are an adult now, so start acting like it. And if you want to be spoiled, indeed if you even want a second date, you might want to consider who you're dealing with. I have high standards, and since I'm different then the aforementioned Brian or Joey, I get the benefit of dating some really great, beautiful girls.
So, come off your high horse and remember that I'm trying to find a really great girl, and that you only get one chance with me. So, go ahead, make yourself look good. Let's go out and have a great time. I'll treat you as good, in fact better, than all the other guys, but I won't "pursue" you or spend a ton of money on you trying to impress you. I'm me, and I'm not changing. If you like me, then act like the adult you are and let's get to know each other and share a piece of our lives together.
And whatever you do, don't start playing games or acting spoiled. You may find out what it's like to not have someone return your phone calls, e-mails and text messages.
Oh yeah, and since we live in this ridiculously amoral society, and since you may have read into this "loving women" attitude of mine a belief that isn’t true, let me lay this out nice and clear: You’ll notice at least two references to either the Bible or God on this page alone, so take the hint. While I'm hardly the perfect Christian, and certainly don't act near as good as I should, I also don’t go around casually sleeping with people, so if that’s what you’re looking for, hit the “back button†on the top of the page and don’t bother reading anymore.
Moving along, some have wondered about my infatuation with women, and it's a fair question. I think it results from the fact that I spent four years in the Marine Corps, isolated largely with nothing but a bunch of knuckle-dragging guys. Frankly, guy friends aren’t something I really sweat, cultivate or usually even enjoy.
As I see it, guys usually fall into two categories: Knuckle dragging, beer drinking block heads, who can't read or think, and soft spoken, non-callused single children, who were raised by their mom.
Really, I don't like either of these types. I prefer guys who started in the first category, and after having proved themselves, have moved into a third category. One in which they are secure in their manhood, can still take it outside if necessary, but also aren't ignorant. They have a taste for style and sophistication, and instead of living on the drug we call TV, actually read a good magazine now and again -- a Cosmopolitan, if you will.
Anyway, that's my life, for the most part. The pursuit of money and women. These are probably the downfall of most men, so I blaze down paths many have traveled before.
