Hi. Is there a man out there who doesn't stare at his cell phone all day? For whom Facebook is not as important as real friends and real contacts? I would like to talk to a man and look him in the eye and not keep wondering what he is doing on his cell phone. By the way, I'm 29 years old with a very pretty face. Maybe you like me, it could be.

Hi. Is there a man out there who doesn't stare at his cell phone all day? For whom Facebook is not as important as real friends and real contacts? I would like to talk to a man and look him in the eye and not keep wondering what he is doing on his cell phone. By the way, I'm 29 years old with a very pretty face. Maybe you like me, it could be.

i used to drink my dads sodas and lie about it :(

My name is Walter Hartwell White. I live at 308 Negra Arroyo Lane, Albuquerque, New Mexico, 87104. This is my confession. If you're watching this tape, I'm probably dead– murdered by my brother-in-law, Hank Schrader. Hank has been building a meth empire for over a year now, and using me as his chemist. Shortly after my 50th birthday, he asked that I use my chemistry knowledge to cook methamphetamine, which he would then sell using connections that he made through his career with the DEA. I was... astounded. I... I always thought Hank was a very moral man, and I was particularly vulnerable at the time – something he knew and took advantage of. I was reeling from a cancer diagnosis that was poised to bankrupt my family. Hank took me in on a ride-along and showed me just how much money even a small meth operation could make. And I was weak. I didn't want my family to go into financial ruin, so I agreed. Hank had a partner, a businessman named Gustavo Fring. Hank sold me into servitude to this man. And when I tried to quit, Fring threatened my family. I didn't know where to turn. Eventually, Hank and Fring had a falling-out. Things escalated. Fring was able to arrange – uh, I guess... I guess you call it a "hit" – on Hank, and failed, but Hank was seriously injured. And I wound up paying his medical bills, which amounted to a little over $177,000. Upon recovery, Hank was bent on revenge. Working with a man named Hector Salamanca, he plotted to kill Fring. The bomb that he used was built by me, and he gave me no option in it. I have often contemplated suicide, but I'm a coward. I wanted to go to the police, but I was frightened. Hank had risen to become the head of the Albuquerque DEA. To keep me in line, he took my children. For three months, he kept them. My wife had no idea of my criminal activities, and was horrified to learn what I had done. I was in hell. I hated myself for what I had brought upon my family. Recently, I tried once again to quit, and in response, he gave me this. [Walt points to the bruise on his face left by Hank in "Blood Money."] I can't take this anymore. I live in fear every day that Hank will kill me, or worse, hurt my family. All I could think to do was to make this video and hope that the world will finally see this man for what he really is.

Hi I'm Danny. I'm here to meet someone very special no games be real woman. I indulge life every day with a smile.

I want someone who wants me not someone who wants a place holder until that get into their next relationship and not a egotistical narcissist who wants to use me I want the same love I give back I wish my friend gave me that but I just feel like a place holder in his like not anyone serious just someone to be in place of the female he is looking for we do everything that looks like a relationship and then he turns around and says to my face that we not together and we are friends and that’s it that’s all

I feel like the world doesn't show enough examples of young women who are just as horny as most guys. I get just as horny as some men I know and I feel like I get shamed if I act on it

I confess that I still dream about m ex-boyfriend.