Another Tinder gem. This guy would have come in handy when I was hiking up that mountain--I could have used the oxygen tank and continued past 13,000 feet without feeling dizzy and worrying that I was going to fall off the side...only to have my body found later thanks to my construction orange fleece that I own for just that purpose (we all have our neuroses).
But I digress. I am sure that he has a legitimate condition that requires the use of oxygen and I am sorry that that is the case, but come on, if you're going to post photos on a dating site wouldn't you at least try to find--or stage--some without the nasal cannula? I don't post photos of me wearing my CPAP mask. Hey, baby, if you spend the night you'll sleep great because I don't snore anymore; I just look like a fighter pilot. Or Watto from The Phantom Menace. Sadly, I'm sure there are guys out there who are into that.
So let's address the outfit. Is an Anthrax t-shirt really children's birthday party attire? I appreciate that he is trying to offset the thrash metal with the princess tiara, but the combination just isn't working for me. Call me picky. I'm really fine with that.
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