Single Men from 32 to 45 years old in Punjab - Meet Local Singles

Hello people, my Name is Bilal Rasool, i am 34 year old single, never married, i am decent GOD fearing, loyal and respectful Person. looking for a woman to start relationship and let's see what happens.❤❤

I don,t . I don,t drink I don,t use Drugs. That may be boring some people but that just me. that'show I Live my life That stuff never appealed to me and i never understood getting so massed up that you cant even walk home or remember the previous night. I choose to live my life without it.

I'm an introvert scientist and looking for a friend or relationship

hy m mian saqib from Pakistan m simple m searching a girl for good realtionship

i m zaib khan from pakistan looking a women for good relation

i am true sincer like good best peoples who sincer

Open minded. Having some rules. Give respext and take respect. Love to be loved.

Yo buscar una parsonasincera . no mi gusta pealyery mentira .

I'm a simple person by my personality. And I'm a lawyer by profession. I am looking a matured, kind hearted, sincere and honest person. Because every relation is based on truth, honesty and trust.

Im a good looking boy and im looking for an aunty

Having good heart down to earth loving and caring man

hi dear how are you my Nick name is Jassi .I am alone in my life I am finding my life partner. lovely simple and support with me .

hi dear how are you .I am Jassi and I am alone I. my life .because my parents are dead and I am finding my lovely simple sweet wife .which can be support with me I am very small I am 6 year old my parents are dead .and I will be live in church hostel

If you talk to me then you feel better and happy . talk to me if you like me too

im looking a good honest and beautiful life partner

i'm nice friendly and love making person looking for love girl

Human nature is very complex. I wish if I could see inside you.I trade in stocks.

me gusta ser sincero y no me gusta la mentira, mme gustaria que la persona que yo vaya a conocer tambien sea sincera

I wonder what our bedroom would be if it were a body part. The spleen comes to mind, an organ so forgotten nobody can remember what it does. I looked it up and the spleen filters bad blood as it turns out. That’s about right, more often than not, we argued in bed instead of, and then you bought the big TV. ‘Who puts a screen in their bedroom?’ I asked you. ‘Couples with,’ you replied, ‘You know.’ Or couples without. Prepositions were often missing their nouns in our relationship. So many people turned up for the housewarming party, old neighbours and new, and your colleagues from work, remember? You were a popular man, the best of. I was carrying a big pitcher of margaritas to the back garden. I wonder if anyone actually likes those, the snot-like mixture that smells vaguely of poison, acidic dreams and delirium. Time seemed to flow differently in the new house, leaking into all the new rooms which didn’t quite understand their purpose, and weeks were punctuated by new purchases like semicolons, separating one arbitrary chunk of life from the other. You brought another painting home that day and told me it would hang on the top of the stairs, and I nodded. You unwrapped it and stepped back to join me, but I wasn’t looking. There was a gold smudge on the lapel of your shirt. ‘What’s that?’ I asked. You turned your head to examine it, which gave you a double chin. ‘It’s eye shadow,’ I added, you looked away to the glass door, and your eyes drowned in light, extricating al

i am polite and naughty. i like watching movies and playing cricket. i am looking sincere friendship.