A fun-loving, left-leaning, culturally-savvy big mouth with a big heart.
Who I Want to Meet:
Worldy and sensitive souls with a dry sense of humor and twinkle in their eyes. Intelligent people who know that to support Bush shows a lack of intelligence and is a character flaw. A 6ft+ bronzed God who can give me a bear hug and cook me dinner. Someone who likes to travel and speaks a foreign language. Australian accents. Scottish accents. Accents for that matter.
Who I DON'T want to meet: Random girls I have no connection to who want to be added as friends. Crazy freaks in the Philippines posing with pictures of Hollywood actors on their profile.
Vick is yummy bubble gumlicious! He's
sweet and great to chew on. And let's
not forget what fabulous parties he
throws...and he just handed me a little piece of paper with an addendum...Vic is a God. All men want him, all women want to be him.
And what can we say about VIK!
Simply Fantastic!!! May be I owe it to
New Orleans or may be that tatoo which
started it all, but whatever it is, it's a
charm.
Vik is a cool cat with loads of
personality. He is one of the most loyal,
intelligent, and passionate people I
know. Whoever finally cathes him is the
luckiest SOB on the planet
Stylish, sophisticated,
handsome...Vik's a catch for some
lucky person out there. Zero
attitude, faithful friend, he's always
up for a good time and willing to
indulge. Missing you in L.A.
It was a black London night in a damp alley
off Sutherland. I was gathered with the other
vagrants, warming my hands over the
glowing tin. Dragging Kenneth Cole brown
suede boots approached me from behind. I
turned as a ring of black Marlboro Light
smoke enveloped my face. A handsome
dark figure (some would say an Indian
George Clooney) stepped through the
smoke and pierced the moonlight. He
offered me wealth, fame, and home cooked
Red Curry. All I had to do was share his fag
and marry him. At once, he had me begging
for more.
Over time he became enchanted with my
ways and found himself following my every
step...to Paris, the Midwest, the Big Apple,
the Cradle of Jazz, LaLa Land, and even to
the Paradise of the Pacific. But alas, after
years of following me, my beautiful prince is
breaking out and finally leaving my side. I
must finally learn how to make my own red
curry.
For all you women out there...He's MINE!
But for all you masculine (and desperately
handsome) lost souls in need of a spiritual
awakening, try out my friend Vik. You will
surely not be disappointed. He is one of the
most amazing and exciting people I've ever
met. I don't even know where to begin
describing this striking person. I am
delighted that the stars somehow led us to
each other that one faithful night in London
and I count myself truly blessed to call him
my best friend.
Where to start with Vik. I met him at
a dark club at about 330am a couple of
years ago. Since then I have found out
what he is really about. He is a
caring, smart, funny individual with
the cutest little accent when he gets
flustered or excited. I am very happy
to call him one of my closest friends.
Testimonials and Comments for Vikram
sweet and great to chew on. And let's
not forget what fabulous parties he
throws...and he just handed me a little piece of paper with an addendum...Vic is a God. All men want him, all women want to be him.
Simply Fantastic!!! May be I owe it to
New Orleans or may be that tatoo which
started it all, but whatever it is, it's a
charm.
personality. He is one of the most loyal,
intelligent, and passionate people I
know. Whoever finally cathes him is the
luckiest SOB on the planet
its all started back in New Orleans....
Vik's a rockstar....
handsome...Vik's a catch for some
lucky person out there. Zero
attitude, faithful friend, he's always
up for a good time and willing to
indulge. Missing you in L.A.
off Sutherland. I was gathered with the other
vagrants, warming my hands over the
glowing tin. Dragging Kenneth Cole brown
suede boots approached me from behind. I
turned as a ring of black Marlboro Light
smoke enveloped my face. A handsome
dark figure (some would say an Indian
George Clooney) stepped through the
smoke and pierced the moonlight. He
offered me wealth, fame, and home cooked
Red Curry. All I had to do was share his fag
and marry him. At once, he had me begging
for more.
Over time he became enchanted with my
ways and found himself following my every
step...to Paris, the Midwest, the Big Apple,
the Cradle of Jazz, LaLa Land, and even to
the Paradise of the Pacific. But alas, after
years of following me, my beautiful prince is
breaking out and finally leaving my side. I
must finally learn how to make my own red
curry.
For all you women out there...He's MINE!
But for all you masculine (and desperately
handsome) lost souls in need of a spiritual
awakening, try out my friend Vik. You will
surely not be disappointed. He is one of the
most amazing and exciting people I've ever
met. I don't even know where to begin
describing this striking person. I am
delighted that the stars somehow led us to
each other that one faithful night in London
and I count myself truly blessed to call him
my best friend.
a dark club at about 330am a couple of
years ago. Since then I have found out
what he is really about. He is a
caring, smart, funny individual with
the cutest little accent when he gets
flustered or excited. I am very happy
to call him one of my closest friends.
good man!