Personally, I've never been successful with hooking up online, probably because people see "Asian" and immediately think "bottom," "small dick" or "prissy" which is quite puzzling to me. Why would they think that when I lie about it in my online profile? They must have internet telepathy or something. Anyway, I know it's because I'm Asian because I created the same exact online profile as a white dude and you wouldn't believe how many guys wanted to fuck me. Whatevs. Online, people want/need/have to rely on stereotypes because the reality is, you can't really tell what a person is like based on their online profile, no matter how long you've been texting with them. In fact, the longer you've been texting instead of meeting, the more likely the other guy's a complete troll, despite their picture.
There is actually another app just like Scruff and it is more popular, but I got banned from it because of my "suggestive" profile. Seriously? It's a fucking hook-up app. What fantasy land were they living on? People aren't going to become friends using this app. Don't they know that gay men don't become friends unless they have sex first?
Anyway, to prove to you that it doesn't matter what's in your profile, it's your picture that counts, the following is my actual profile on Scruff.
What I Do
In my head I like to think that I am a little like Paul Rudd, charming, sensitive and maybe just a little dopey. But nope, I'm just a scumbag.
I don't have hair on my face, my chest or around my sphincter. It's not a character flaw--it's just my own brand of super power. I have a beard though. Her name's Suzy. She's awesome in family gatherings, but less awesome at Steamworks.
I'm the kind of guy that will turn my underwear inside out when I run out. They are $50 each please.
I used to lie in my online profiles and feel guilty about it. But then I got laid so I got over it.
Activities and Interests
Books Beats Comics Vids 6string Apms Manga Pr0n Weights Rock Tats Roofies Coq (au vin) Alcohol
but only when I'm drunk. Otherwise, I'm a super friendly douche.
Been known to use drills, hammers and wrenches, you know, like an interior decorator. Hey those Elfa closet shelves aren't gonna put themselves up.
Life's a box of chocolates, then you eat them and get fat and depressed and you eat another box. I'd rather snort coke.
Let's play. Guitar.
What I'm looking for
Friends--somebody to do jeagerbombs with after dumping the body in my rape van.
I know this sounds all snarky and maybe even brainy but that doesn't mean that I'm not shallow. Which means I have very low standards. And herpes.
You would fuck me, right?