To settle a wager I once ate a pound of table salt, drank rattlesnake venom and then ran a mile in the nude. I can hold my breath for ten minutes while bench-pressing 600 pounds and see for two miles without a lens. I am immune to all known poisons and feel no pain. No living being can kill me. I've beaten a person of every race in formal combat including a Turk, a pygmy man from the Amazon rain-forest and a rare deep-water jew. Several ordained priests, scientists and an African Voodoo-Witch have all signed documents confirming I have no soul.

My Ideal Person If we go on a date, you're paying. And it won't be cheap, especially if my mom shows up. She's a drinker.

Also, just because you payed for our dinner and fancy desserts (which I'll be eating alone in the bathroom, by the way) doesn't entitle you to sex.
If i'm interested, I'll put my dirty underwear in your purse. Return them washed/folded neatly three times and we shall consummate like beavers in heat.

Bonus points if you wear my ex's perfume and fit her shoes perfectly.

P.S: I'm six foot four inches. Those are two separate measurements.