Nobody appreciates me. I have nothing that I love that I would want to give
this world other than my own affection for a woman. That is the summary
of my life. I do not care if men appreciate me. I do not need them and they
do not need me. Life can teach them their own lessons and so it should...
I have enough trouble taking care of myself. After eating, there is little left to
concern myself with. I am not a doctor or a diplomat. That leaves women. I
am so far removed from "common" man that women have nowhere to place
me... or they have somewhere to place me -- all too quickly in the "creepy"
category. They think, "I do not understand him so there must be something
wrong." I could use friends to my advantage to give off the appearance of
being normal, but using my few friends for this purpose is not practical. I am not
weak and therefore I will never be a piece of meat and I will never be led around
because I will know if I'm being led and I do not wish to be led. I must be
appreciated for my affection (actions to care for her) and my mind (to entertain
and stimulate her) -- that is all I have to offer her. I can not offer her status.
I can not offer her riches. I can not play the victim or let her play the victim for
me -- nor can I play an audience to any other shortfall she may have, if that is
the primary reason she needs me. She must simply need my affection and
mind -- because that is all that I am offering. How many women on this planet
can possibly know this upon looking at me? How many women can love me
for this? All I need is one!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Nothing entertains me anymore, enough to keep me happy, and I refuse to
"lighten up" with the intention of making people like me. I only need people
to like me enough to help me get what I want out of life -- and that is just to
stay alive and find someone to love! I'm not asking too much! I'd do the
same for you. I only need one woman, and that is all I will ever need in life
besides food, water and oxygen. So, my mission for a woman to appreciate
me will haunt me until my death -- and the closer I get to death -- the more I will
have God's laughter in my face -- that I should just give up on love like so
many other bearded bums, content to watch cars go by -- because a car is
as entertaining as anything. So I have two options -- a) give up entirely or
b) seek out love.
Women offer their mental stimulation easily, but I have no desire to speak to
you -- unless during lovemaking -- and other than to satisfy the most necessary
mechanics of daily routine. I make an effort to not be selfish and communication
*is* entertaining, but I do not need entertainment. I only need love -- primarily
physical contact. It is through physical contact that my body is satisfied, and
only through physical contact that my body is satisfied. My mind is satisfied,
my spirit is satisfied, only my body is left longing, and I choose to let this body
long for a woman, for as long as possible -- for true love, until I can bear waiting
no more. It is very difficult. It is difficult to be me and to have these thoughts when
they are so unpopular. How will I market these thoughts -- because that in
essence is my only chance to be happy. My email address is:
[email protected].
Please have pity and forward this EMAIL TO AS MANY PEOPLE AS YOU CAN,
because THIS is my *only* chance to be loved, given the horrible odds that are
against me. Give me a life worth living -- if this email does not traverse the globe,
then I have nothing left to live for. Give me hope and encourage me to keep trying.
Encourage the world to foward this email so that one woman
on this planet will read this and know instantly that I am the man for her! This *will* work if enough people help me! I would do the same for you and I invite you to email me your letters -- and I will pass them on to everyone that I know!
(Extra info: I'm 27, 5'10, brown hair/eyes, above average looks, thin and fit. I am
not cool. I am not trendy. I have many talents and a college degree but really
who cares... I only need a lover.)
Thank you for your time. I want your dreams to come true too -- so please I beg
you to do me this one favor!
Yours truely,
Pete