u/Unusual_Stay3167

I believe people are walking universes.

A stranger can walk into your life and suddenly become a chapter you re-read for years. Maybe that's why I've always been fascinated by people. By the things they hide. The things they carry quietly. I love conversations that start with favorite movies, childhood memories, and somehow end with why octopus has three hearts or how a typical cumulus cloud weighs about roughly 100 elephants, yet it floats.

The world is strange. People are stranger. And I am stunned how beautiful it is just to exist.

About me:

28 yr old guy.

I grew up with my mom and grandma, which probably explains why I'm more traditional and conservative.

Civil Engineering graduate (I'm your math guy)

Living alone & currently in Baguio for a project based work.

5'9. Moreno. Physically fit. Non-smoker. Occasional drinker. I wear glasses almost all the time.

I spend most of my free time reading, cooking, riding my bike, playing basketball, or disappearing into whatever strange fascination that currently owns my attention. I know basic carpentry, plumbing and electrical stuff since I am exposed on construction sites. I can also do basic repairs on motorcycles and cars when they're being kinda dramatic.

I memorize names and directions like scripture. I notice little things. The stories people accidentally tell twice. The things they pretend don't matter but secretly do. I am fascinated by stars, ancient civilizations, strange historical events, and questions that don't have answers. I like Theodore Finch from Jennifer Niven’s All the bright places, I like Joe Goldberg in YOU (Netflix series), I like how complex Van gogh’s mood are, and I am too curious why people like Ted Bundy existed. I am wondering how many brilliant minds existed carrying entire worlds inside them that nobody else could see. I like learning about people. Every person is a mystery pretending to be ordinary.

So, what if...

What if you show me where it hurts, and allow me to love those parts gently?

What If I become the safe place where your fears, secrets, nervous prayers, and lonely thoughts can exist without judgment?

I want to learn your favorite food. The places that made you who you are. The songs that helped you survive difficult days. The stories you've never told anyone. I want to learn all the little things about you. The habits. The moods. The irrational thoughts. And let me remind you how wonderful you are on days you struggle to believe that you are.

About you:

20-35 yrs old.

A real girl please.

When it comes to physical preference, I prefer physically fit/normal BMI.

Someone physically attractive (Morena/Chinita)

I care about kindness. I like independent women.

Let’s talk about weird stuff. Laugh at the most stupid kanal humor memes we see online. Swear at me when I get too clueless or funny. I am not in a rush. I prefer a slow burn type of connection. The best stories never sprint to the ending anyway. No space for pressure rn so I'm open to both dating or just meeting new friends.

Maybe nothing comes from this.

Maybe we exchange a few messages and become another almost.

Or maybe months from now I'll hear a song you recommended and smile because I remember exactly where we started.

Show me a love I never had and watch me teach the whole neighborhood your name. 😉

Hello, Beautiful.

 

I believe people are walking universes.

A stranger can walk into your life and suddenly become a chapter you re-read for years. Maybe that's why I've always been fascinated by people. By the things they hide. The things they carry quietly. I love conversations that start with favorite movies, childhood memories, and somehow end with why octopus has three hearts or how a typical cumulus cloud weighs about roughly 100 elephants, yet it floats.

The world is strange. People are stranger. And I am stunned how beautiful it is just to exist.

About me:

28 yr old guy.

I grew up with my mom and grandma, which probably explains why I'm more traditional and conservative.

I've only had one relationship that lasted for 8 years. It's been a year since it ended, and I've made peace with that chapter. I hope you respect that too. 🙏

Civil Engineering graduate (I'm your math guy)

Living alone & currently in Baguio for a project based work.

5'9. Moreno. Physically fit. Non-smoker. Occasional drinker.

I wear glasses almost all the time and rarely leave home without my cap.

I spend most of my free time reading, cooking, riding my bike, playing basketball, or disappearing into whatever strange fascination that currently owns my attention. I know basic carpentry, plumbing and electrical stuff since I am most exposed on site. I can do basic repairs on motorcycles and cars when they're being dramatic.

I memorize names and directions like scripture. I notice little things. The stories people accidentally tell twice. The things they pretend don't matter but secretly do. I am fascinated by stars, ancient civilizations, strange historical events, and questions that don't have answers. I like Theodore Finch from Jennifer Niven’s All the bright places, I like Joe Goldberg in YOU (Netflix series), I like how complex Van gogh’s mood are, and I am too curious why people like Ted Bundy existed. I am wondering how many brilliant minds existed carrying entire worlds inside them that nobody else could see. I like learning about people. Every person is a mystery pretending to be ordinary.

So, what if...

What if you show me where it hurts, and allow me to love those parts gently?

What If I become the safe place where your fears, secrets, nervous prayers, and lonely thoughts can exist without judgment?

I want to learn your favorite food. The places that made you who you are. The songs that helped you survive difficult days. The stories you've never told anyone. I want to learn all the little things about you. The habits. The moods. The irrational thoughts. And let me remind you how wonderful you are on days you struggle to believe that you are.

In return?

Find every crack in my fractured soul. Memorize every scar under my skin. Understand me when I suddenly get quiet. Choose me during my storms. Not because you have to. But because, you wanted to..

About you:

20-35 yrs old. A real girl please. When it comes to physical preference, I prefer physically fit/normal BMI. Someone physically attractive (Morena/Chinita) I care about kindness. I like independent women.

Tell me how it breaks your heart seeing old people struggle. Tell me you stopped to pet and feed a stray dog.

Let’s talk about weird stuff. Laugh at the most stupid kanal humor memes we see online. Swear at me when I get too clueless or funny. I am not in a rush. I prefer a slow burn type of connection. The best stories never sprint to the ending anyway. No space for pressure rn so I'm open to both dating or just meeting new friends.

Maybe nothing comes from this.

Maybe we exchange a few messages and become another almost.

Or maybe months from now I'll hear a song you recommended and smile because I remember exactly where we started.

Maybe you'll become the only vivid thing in my monochrome life or maybe we've been running late towards each other.

Show me a love I never had and watch me teach the whole neighborhood your name. 😉

Hello, Beautiful.

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People often tell me I sound like a smart-ass yet emotionally damaged guy.

Fair enough, I guess.

But beyond being rational, I’ve always been that person who chase beautiful things that disappear.

the almosts,

half-finished sentences,

missed chances,

and..uncertainty.

I feel drawn to anything that hurts. Anything that seems too good to be true.

I have always loved learning random things as well.

Like how the Statue of Liberty turned from brown to sea green because of oxidation. Or how dinosaurs had mating rituals we’ll never fully understand. Or why some serial killers keep killing not because they enjoy violence, but because of trauma & the absence of empathy.

I think a lot about probabilities too. Coincidences. The universe. God.

And that’s why I like talking to people deeply. Not small talk. Not forced flirting.

I like conversations that accidentally become confessions at midnight. Tell me what hurts lately. Tell me what you miss about life. Tell me what keeps you awake at 2AM. Tell me everything that's going on your mind.

About me:

28 years old

CE graduate

Currently in Baguio for project based work

Grew up with my mom and grandma

Height: 5’9

Moreno

Physically fit

Wears eyeglasses (apparently I look intimidating until I smile lol)

Non-smoker, drinks occasionally

Hobbies: Basketball, biking, and late-night drives alone when life gets too loud. I also read a lot. Favorite read- All the Bright Places. (At one point in my life, I am convinced I am Theodore Finch in this Lifetime.)

About you?

Any age will do.

Im open to being friends with anyone. Let's laugh at every stupid kanal humor memes we see online, and maybe we can go out have some coffee and have long drives, I'll drive. 🤝

Rainy season’s here again. Can I start staining your memories with Beautiful things? :)

Hello.

YOU.

J,

Sometimes I think people meet twice.

First as strangers. Then again as the version of themselves that matters.

Somehow, somewhere between late-night conversations, unfinished sentences, and the strange comfort of seeing your name appear on my screen, I met you twice.

For years, I spent so much of myself loving someone that I forgot what it felt like to belong to my own self. I grew up with the idea that love was measured by how much you could endure. How much of yourself you could sacrifice before there was nothing left to give. And when it all ended, I was tired. Not the kind of tired sleep fixes. The kind that settles into my bones. The kind that made me forget who I was before I spent years carrying someone else's world on my shoulders.

Then I got to know you. And maybe that was unfortunate timing. Because I got to know you while I was still collecting the pieces of myself. And you met me while you were just trying to survive.

I knew your sleepless nights. The drinking. The tears. The sadness and emptiness.

I worried about you.... a lot. There were days when I wished I could stand between you and every terrible thing that ever hurt you. Not because I believed I could save you. But because I hate the fact that you were carrying it all alone.

You became one of those thoughts that followed me through out the day.  The kind that appears when I'm driving and accidentally saw the sunset. The kind that appears at midnight when the world is asleep and my mind is wandering.

And with those thoughts came a hundred "what if’s" that became something I wanted for myself and for US.

That late-night drives with the windows down, your hair brushing away on your face while we listen to your favorite bands.

Grocery store trips that lasts longer because you got distracted talking and laughing at every silly joke I give you.

Run into the rain and kiss you in the middle of your sentences because I can’t stand another second without tasting you.. on my lips.

Listen to stories you've already told me before and acting surprised anyway because I like hearing you talk.

I’ll give you my clothes, let you have my cap and wear it so that everyone knows you are mine.

Take my phone and leave me notes or take hundreds of selfies I can look at when I missed you.

Drag me into the stores you like and punch me in the arm because I keep asking if you’re done yet even though it’s only been ten minutes.

Sit on my lap with my hands on your waist while I talk your ear off about something stupid that I just feel like telling you about.

I want to learn all the little things about you. The habits. The expressions. The things that make your eyes light up or the things that make them dim.

And maybe that's my problem. I wanted all of those things. I wanted to be that one person who can make life softer for you. I would bring down my walls and unclench my fists for you. I want to be the reason you feel safe being yourself again. I wanted my love to heal what hurts you. I wanted my presence to quiet the storms. I wanted to believe that if I cared enough, I could protect you from yourself. Thinking that the most masculine thing I can do is to be gentle with you.

But you don’t need that rescue. You needed a room. A room to heal. Room to become whoever you're supposed to be without someone else's expectations wrapped around your ankles.

So I won't ask you for anything. I won't ask you to choose me. I won't ask you to be ready. I won't ask you to heal faster so we can become something. Because if I care about you as much as I think I do, then I have to care about your life more than my desire to be part of it.

You are not a problem to solve. You are not a project to fix. You are not a wound waiting for someone else's hands.

You are a human being. A complicated, beautiful, hurting human being trying to find her way back to herself. And I think that journey belongs to you. So I will do my best to stay out of the way. Not because I don't want you. But because I care enough not to pull you away from the things you need to do for yourself.

You deserve that life back. You deserve peace. You deserve mornings that don't feel heavy. You deserve nights that don't feel endless. You deserve to become whoever you've been trying so hard to find.

And until then, I won't chase you. I won't wait with expectations. I will simply carry the gratitude of having known you. Because for a little while, in a season where both of us were lost, our paths accidentally crossed. And that mattered.

Maybe in another lifetime we meet sooner. Maybe I’m less afraid. Maybe I’m easier to love.

But in this lifetime, all I can hope for is for you to heal. I hope you find yourself. I hope one day you wake up and realize the world feels lighter than it used to. And I hope you never forget how worthy you are of love, even on the days you struggle to believe it yourself.

For what it's worth, I'm grateful.

And I hope you stay safe, always. Because I like being alive in this lifetime, under this sky, where you are, too.

-That Reddit guy, YV https://www.reddit.com/r/singleph/s/oKDkdxzKEY

J,

Sometimes I think people meet twice.

First as strangers. Then again as the version of themselves that matters.

Somehow, somewhere between late-night conversations, unfinished sentences, and the strange comfort of seeing your name appear on my screen, I met you twice.

For years, I spent so much of myself loving someone that I forgot what it felt like to belong to my own self. I grew up with the idea that love was measured by how much you could endure. How much of yourself you could sacrifice before there was nothing left to give. And when it all ended, I was tired. Not the kind of tired sleep fixes. The kind that settles into my bones. The kind that made me forget who I was before I spent years carrying someone else's world on my shoulders.

Then I got to know you. And maybe that was unfortunate timing. Because I got to know you while I was still collecting the pieces of myself. And you met me while you were just trying to survive.

I knew your sleepless nights. The drinking. The tears. The sadness and emptiness.

I worried about you.... a lot. There were days when I wished I could stand between you and every terrible thing that ever hurt you. Not because I believed I could save you. But because I hate the fact that you were carrying it all alone.

You became one of those thoughts that followed me through out the day.  The kind that appears when I'm driving and accidentally saw the sunset. The kind that appears at midnight when the world is asleep and my mind is wandering.

And with those thoughts came a hundred "what if’s" that became something I wanted for myself and for US.

That late-night drives with the windows down, your hair brushing away on your face while we listen to your favorite bands.

Grocery store trips that lasts longer because you got distracted talking and laughing at every silly joke I give you.

Run into the rain and kiss you in the middle of your sentences because I can’t stand another second without tasting you.. on my lips.

Listen to stories you've already told me before and acting surprised anyway because I like hearing you talk.

I’ll give you my clothes, let you have my cap and wear it so that everyone knows you are mine.

Take my phone and leave me notes or take hundreds of selfies I can look at when I missed you.

Drag me into the stores you like and punch me in the arm because I keep asking if you’re done yet even though it’s only been ten minutes.

Sit on my lap with my hands on your waist while I talk your ear off about something stupid that I just feel like telling you about.

I want to learn all the little things about you. The habits. The expressions. The things that make your eyes light up or the things that make them dim.

And maybe that's my problem. I wanted all of those things. I wanted to be that one person who can make life softer for you. I would bring down my walls and unclench my fists for you. I want to be the reason you feel safe being yourself again. I wanted my love to heal what hurts you. I wanted my presence to quiet the storms. I wanted to believe that if I cared enough, I could protect you from yourself. Thinking that the most masculine thing I can do is to be gentle with you.

But you don’t need that rescue. You needed a room. A room to heal. Room to become whoever you're supposed to be without someone else's expectations wrapped around your ankles.

So I won't ask you for anything. I won't ask you to choose me. I won't ask you to be ready. I won't ask you to heal faster so we can become something. Because if I care about you as much as I think I do, then I have to care about your life more than my desire to be part of it.

You are not a problem to solve. You are not a project to fix. You are not a wound waiting for someone else's hands.

You are a human being. A complicated, beautiful, hurting human being trying to find her way back to herself. And I think that journey belongs to you. So I will do my best to stay out of the way. Not because I don't want you. But because I care enough not to pull you away from the things you need to do for yourself.

You deserve that life back. You deserve peace. You deserve mornings that don't feel heavy. You deserve nights that don't feel endless. You deserve to become whoever you've been trying so hard to find.

And until then, I won't chase you. I won't wait with expectations. I will simply carry the gratitude of having known you. Because for a little while, in a season where both of us were lost, our paths accidentally crossed. And that mattered.

Maybe in another lifetime we meet sooner. Maybe I’m less afraid. Maybe I’m easier to love.

But in this lifetime, all I can hope for is for you to heal. I hope you find yourself. I hope one day you wake up and realize the world feels lighter than it used to. And I hope you never forget how worthy you are of love, even on the days you struggle to believe it yourself.

For what it's worth, I'm grateful.

And I hope you stay safe, always. Because I like being alive in this lifetime, under this sky, where you are, too.

-That Reddit guy, YV

https://www.reddit.com/r/PhR4Dating/s/HiZjqaw5jt

J,

Sometimes I think people meet twice.

First as strangers. Then again as the version of themselves that matters.

Somehow, somewhere between late-night conversations, unfinished sentences, and the strange comfort of seeing your name appear on my screen, I met you twice.

For years, I spent so much of myself loving someone that I forgot what it felt like to belong to my own self. I grew up with the idea that love was measured by how much you could endure. How much of yourself you could sacrifice before there was nothing left. Giving every piece of myself away until there was nothing left to give. And when it all ended, I was tired. Not the kind of tired sleep fixes. The kind that settles into my bones. The kind that made me forget who I was before I spent years carrying someone else's world on my shoulders.

Then I got to know you. And maybe that was unfortunate timing. Because I got to know you while I was still collecting the pieces of myself. And you met me while you were just trying to survive.

I don't know if I ever told you this, but I've always loved flowers. Not because I want to pick them and keep them for myself. I just stare at it and leave it as is. Growing. Thriving. And maybe that's what you became to me. Something beautiful I never wanted to force into becoming mine. Just something I hoped would keep blooming and alive. Even if all I ever got to do was admire it from afar.

I knew your sleepless nights. The drinking. The tears. The sadness and emptiness.

I worried about you.... a lot. There were days when I wished I could stand between you and every terrible thing that ever hurt you. Not because I believed I could save you. But because I hate the fact that you were carrying it all alone.

You became one of those thoughts that followed me through out the day.  The kind that appears when I'm driving and accidentally saw the sunset. The kind that appears at midnight when the world is asleep and my mind is wandering.

And with those thoughts came a hundred "what if’s" that became something I wanted for myself and for US.

That late-night drives with the windows down, your hair brushing away on your face while we listen to your favorite bands.

Grocery store trips that lasts longer because you got distracted talking and laughing at every silly joke I give you.

Run into the rain and kiss you in the middle of your sentences because I can’t stand another second without tasting you.. on my lips.

Listen to stories you've already told me before and acting surprised anyway because I like hearing you talk. (Coz I know how rare it is for you to share.)

I’ll give you my clothes, let you have my cap and wear it so that everyone knows you are mine.

Take my phone and leave me notes or take hundreds of selfies I can look at when I missed you.

Drag me into the stores you like and punch me in the arm because I keep asking if you’re done yet even though it’s only been ten minutes.

Sit on my lap with my hands on your waist while I talk your ear off about something stupid that I just feel like telling you about.

I want to learn all the little things about you. The habits. The expressions. The things that make your eyes light up or the things that make them dim.

And maybe that's my problem. I wanted all of those things. I wanted to be that one person who can make life softer for you. I would bring down the walls and unclench my fists for you. I want to be the reason you feel safe being yourself again. I wanted my love to heal what hurts you. I wanted my presence to quiet the storms. I wanted to believe that if I cared enough, I could protect you from yourself. Thinking that the most masculine thing I can do is to be gentle with you.

But you don’t need that rescue. You needed a room. A room to heal. Room to become whoever you're supposed to be without someone else's expectations wrapped around your ankles.

So I won't ask you for anything. I won't ask you to choose me. I won't ask you to be ready. I won't ask you to heal faster so we can become something. Because if I care about you as much as I think I do, then I have to care about your life more than my desire to be part of it.

This isn't just a confession. At least not entirely. And it isn't a goodbye either. It's simply the truth. The truth that I like you. More than I intended to. Enough that part of me imagined a life where we found each other at a better time. Enough that part of me still wonders what might have happened if the universe had been a little kinder to both of us.

But another part of me understands something now. You are not a problem to solve. You are not a project to fix. You are not a wound waiting for someone else's hands.

You are a human being. A complicated, beautiful, hurting human being trying to find her way back to herself. And I think that journey belongs to you. So I will do my best to stay out of the way. Not because I don't want you. But because I care enough not to pull you away from the things you need to do for yourself.

You deserve that life back. You deserve peace. You deserve mornings that don't feel heavy. You deserve nights that don't feel endless. You deserve to become whoever you've been trying so hard to find.

And until then, I won't chase you. I won't wait with expectations. I will simply carry the gratitude of having known you. Because for a little while, in a season where both of us were lost, our paths accidentally crossed. And that mattered.

Maybe in another lifetime we meet sooner. Maybe I’m less afraid. Maybe I’m easier to love.

But in this lifetime, all I can hope for is for you to heal. I hope you find yourself. I hope one day you wake up and realize the world feels lighter than it used to. And I hope you never forget how worthy you are of love, even on the days you struggle to believe it yourself.

It will take all of me to walk away, But I will. No matter how much I wanna be selfish and run to you, I will walk away.

For what it's worth, I'm grateful.

And I hope you stay safe. Because I like being alive in this lifetime, under this sky, where you are, too.

 

-That Reddit guy, YV

J,

Sometimes I think people meet twice.

First as strangers. Then again as the version of themselves that matters.

Somehow, somewhere between late-night conversations, unfinished sentences, and the strange comfort of seeing your name appear on my screen, I met you twice.

For years, I spent so much of myself loving someone that I forgot what it felt like to belong to my own self. I grew up with the idea that love was measured by how much you could endure. How much of yourself you could sacrifice before there was nothing left. Giving every piece of myself away until there was nothing left to give. And when it all ended, I was tired. Not the kind of tired sleep fixes. The kind that settles into my bones. The kind that made me forget who I was before I spent years carrying someone else's world on my shoulders.

Then I got to know you. And maybe that was unfortunate timing. Because I got to know you while I was still collecting the pieces of myself. And you met me while you were just trying to survive.

I don't know if I ever told you this, but I've always loved flowers. Not because I want to pick them and keep them for myself. I just stare at it and leave it as is. Growing. Thriving. And maybe that's what you became to me. Something beautiful I never wanted to force into becoming mine. Just something I hoped would keep blooming and alive. Even if all I ever got to do was admire it from afar.

I knew your sleepless nights. The drinking. The tears. The sadness and emptiness.

I worried about you.... a lot. There were days when I wished I could stand between you and every terrible thing that ever hurt you. Not because I believed I could save you. But because I hate the fact that you were carrying it all alone.

You became one of those thoughts that followed me through out the day.  The kind that appears when I'm driving and accidentally saw the sunset. The kind that appears at midnight when the world is asleep and my mind is wandering.

And with those thoughts came a hundred "what if’s" that became something I wanted for myself and for US.

That late-night drives with the windows down, your hair brushing away on your face while we listen to your favorite bands.

Grocery store trips that lasts longer because you got distracted talking and laughing at every silly joke I give you.

Run into the rain and kiss you in the middle of your sentences because I can’t stand another second without tasting you.. on my lips.

Listen to stories you've already told me before and acting surprised anyway because I like hearing you talk. (Coz I know how rare it is for you to share.)

I’ll give you my clothes, let you have my cap and wear it so that everyone knows you are mine.

Take my phone and leave me notes or take hundreds of selfies I can look at when I missed you.

Drag me into the stores you like and punch me in the arm because I keep asking if you’re done yet even though it’s only been ten minutes.

Sit on my lap with my hands on your waist while I talk your ear off about something stupid that I just feel like telling you about.

I want to learn all the little things about you. The habits. The expressions. The things that make your eyes light up or the things that make them dim.

And maybe that's my problem. I wanted all of those things. I wanted to be that one person who can make life softer for you. I would bring down the walls and unclench my fists for you. I want to be the reason you feel safe being yourself again. I wanted my love to heal what hurts you. I wanted my presence to quiet the storms. I wanted to believe that if I cared enough, I could protect you from yourself. Thinking that the most masculine thing I can do is to be gentle with you.

But you don’t need that rescue. You needed a room. A room to heal. Room to become whoever you're supposed to be without someone else's expectations wrapped around your ankles.

So I won't ask you for anything. I won't ask you to choose me. I won't ask you to be ready. I won't ask you to heal faster so we can become something. Because if I care about you as much as I think I do, then I have to care about your life more than my desire to be part of it.

This isn't just a confession. At least not entirely. And it isn't a goodbye either. It's simply the truth. The truth that I like you. More than I intended to. Enough that part of me imagined a life where we found each other at a better time. Enough that part of me still wonders what might have happened if the universe had been a little kinder to both of us.

But another part of me understands something now. You are not a problem to solve. You are not a project to fix. You are not a wound waiting for someone else's hands.

You are a human being. A complicated, beautiful, hurting human being trying to find her way back to herself. And I think that journey belongs to you. So I will do my best to stay out of the way. Not because I don't want you. But because I care enough not to pull you away from the things you need to do for yourself.

You deserve that life back. You deserve peace. You deserve mornings that don't feel heavy. You deserve nights that don't feel endless. You deserve to become whoever you've been trying so hard to find.

And until then, I won't chase you. I won't wait with expectations. I will simply carry the gratitude of having known you. Because for a little while, in a season where both of us were lost, our paths accidentally crossed. And that mattered.

Maybe in another lifetime we meet sooner. Maybe I’m less afraid. Maybe I’m easier to love.

But in this lifetime, all I can hope for is for you to heal. I hope you find yourself. I hope one day you wake up and realize the world feels lighter than it used to. And I hope you never forget how worthy you are of love, even on the days you struggle to believe it yourself.

It will take all of me to walk away, But I will. No matter how much I wanna be selfish and run to you, I will walk away.

For what it's worth, I'm grateful.

And I hope you stay safe. Because I like being alive in this lifetime, under this sky, where you are, too.

 

-That Reddit guy, YV

People often tell me I sound like a smart-ass yet emotionally damaged guy.

Fair enough, I guess.

But beyond being rational, I’ve always been that person who chase beautiful things that disappear.

the almosts,

half-finished sentences,

missed chances,

and..uncertainty.

I feel drawn to anything that hurts. Anything that seems too good to be true.

I have always loved learning random things as well.

Like how the Statue of Liberty turned from brown to sea green because of oxidation. Or how dinosaurs had mating rituals we’ll never fully understand. Or why some serial killers keep killing not because they enjoy violence, but because of trauma & the absence of empathy.

I think a lot about probabilities too. Coincidences. The universe. God.

And that’s why I like talking to people deeply. Not small talk. Not forced flirting.

I like conversations that accidentally become confessions at midnight. Tell me what hurts lately. Tell me what you miss about life. Tell me what keeps you awake at 2AM. Tell me everything that's going on your mind.

About me:

28 years old

CE

Currently in Baguio for work

Grew up with my mom and grandma

Height: 5’9

Moreno

Physically fit

Wears eyeglasses (apparently I look intimidating until I smile lol)

Non-smoker, drinks occasionally

Hobbies: Basketball, biking, and late-night drives alone when life gets too loud. I also read a lot. Favorite read- All the Bright Places. (At one point in my life, I am convinced I am Theodore Finch in this Lifetime.)

About you?

Any age will do, as long as you’re a real girl.

I like empathetic women. Someone kind to their parents, children, stray animals, and older people.

Physically attractive? (Bonus please?)

Rainy season’s here again. Can I start staining your memories with Beautiful things? :)

Hello.

YOU.

People often tell me I sound like a smart-ass yet emotionally damaged guy.

Fair enough, I guess.

But beyond being rational, I’ve always been that person who chase beautiful things that disappear.

the almosts,

half-finished sentences,

missed chances,

and..uncertainty.

I feel drawn to anything that hurts. Anything that seems too good to be true.

I have always loved learning random things as well.

Like how the Statue of Liberty turned from brown to sea green because of oxidation. Or how dinosaurs had mating rituals we’ll never fully understand. Or why some serial killers keep killing not because they enjoy violence, but because of trauma & the absence of empathy.

I think a lot about probabilities too. Coincidences. The universe. God.

And that’s why I like talking to people deeply. Not small talk. Not forced flirting.

I like conversations that accidentally become confessions at midnight. Tell me what hurts lately. Tell me what you miss about life. Tell me what keeps you awake at 2AM. Tell me everything that's going on your mind.

About me:

28 years old

CE

Currently in Baguio for work

Grew up with my mom and grandma

Height: 5’9

Moreno

Physically fit

Wears eyeglasses (apparently I look intimidating until I smile lol)

Non-smoker, drinks occasionally

Hobbies: Basketball, biking, and late-night drives alone when life gets too loud. I also read a lot. Favorite read- All the Bright Places. (At one point in my life, I am convinced I am Theodore Finch in this Lifetime.)

About you?

Any age will do, as long as you’re a real girl.

I like empathetic women. Someone kind to their parents, children, stray animals, and older people.

Physically attractive? (Bonus please?)

Rainy season’s here again. Can I start staining your memories with Beatiful things? :)

Hello.

YOU.

I'm looking for some real and fun interaction here. Let's take it slow. Real slow. I dont like being pressured bec seriously, I am not convinced that someone can really fall inlove with people they just met online. Let's spend time getting to know each other and if it is meant to be, then let me be your white knight or prince charming, perhaps? :)

If you are at the phase of your life trying to reconnect with yourself, wanting to meet new people, and enjoying life as simple as it is, maybe we can get along. 🤝

Get to know me:

28 years old

Grew up living with mom & grandma.

Currently in Baguio for a project based work.

Civil Engineering Graduate

Past relationship: 1 ex gf (almost 8 years)

5'9 height

Moreno

Physically Fit

Wear eyeglasses (Some people say I look suplado & not approachable)

Non smoker. I drink sometimes.

Hindi mapili sa pagkain, really started from humble beginnings.

Hobbies: Basketball, Biking, I custom build bikes. I run regularly but when I feel lazy to do so, I go drive late nights alone.

I also like reading. My favorite book is from Jennifer niven, Its ALL THE BRIGHT PLACES. (At some point in my life, I thought I was Theodore Finch in this lifetime)

About you:

Any age will do as long as you are a real "girl" (Please do not catfish me. I really have trust issues ATM.)

Physically Fit/Slim

Morena or Mestiza

I like decent & intelligent women. Let's talk about anything under the sun.

Nice personality, someone that radiates kindness and passionate about Life

Just hit my inbox with your intro, and let's swap pic right away. See you there, YOU. :)

I'm looking for some real and fun interaction here. Let's take it slow. Real slow. I dont like being pressured bec seriously, I am not convinced that someone can really fall inlove with people they just met online. Let's spend time getting to know each other and if it is meant to be, then let me be your white knight or prince charming, perhaps? :)

If you are at the phase of your life trying to reconnect with yourself, wanting to meet new people, and enjoying life as simple as it is, maybe we can get along. 🤝

Get to know me:

28 years old

Grew up living with mom & grandma.

Currently in Baguio for a project based work.

Civil Engineering Graduate

Past relationship: 1 ex gf (almost 8 years)

5'9 height

Moreno

Physically Fit

Wear eyeglasses (Some people say I look suplado & not approachable)

Non smoker. I drink sometimes.

Hindi mapili sa pagkain, really started from humble beginnings.

Hobbies: Basketball, Biking, I custom build bikes. I run regularly but when I feel lazy to do so, I go drive late nights alone.

I also like reading. My favorite book is from Jennifer niven, Its ALL THE BRIGHT PLACES. (At some point in my life, I thought I was Theodore Finch in this lifetime)

About you:

Any age will do as long as you are a real "girl" (Please do not catfish me. I really have trust issues atm.)

Physically Fit/Slim

Morena or Mestiza

I like decent & intelligent women. Let's talk about anything under the sun.

Nice personality, someone that radiates kindness and passionate about Life

Just hit my inbox with your intro, and let's swap pic right away. See you there, YOU. :)