Disgruntled weather reporter seeks zombie love slave or lonely bank teller to share erotic fantasies about IRS audits and root canals. Just kidding. Seriously, this high IQ space case is looking for a handsome alien life-form for exotic forms of togetherness like taking long walks on the astral plane, listening to self-help tapes by candle light, and having nutty conversations in which we don't know what we're talking about half the time. Do you have more money than me and act like a character in a Tom Robbins' novel? Then e-mail me a love letter ASAP. A plus if you grok the difference between the Grays and the Pleiadians.
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