My name is jaja. I am a 25 years old guy from Damascus, Syria.
About myself I can say the following: I have brown eyes. I have a few extra pounds and I am tall.
I'm straight and at present I am single.
I'm here for making friends, for chatting and for dating.
Briefly about my habits: I sleep little. I smoke.
I do not have children, maybe someday.

On a long and lonesome highway east of Omaha. You can hear the engine moanin' out his one long one note song . You can think about the woman or the girl you knew the night before . But your thoughts will be wandering the way they always do . When you're ridin' sixteen hours and there's nothin' much to do . And you don't feel much like ridin', you just wish the trip was through . Here I am , On the road again . There I am , Up on the stage . Here I go , Playin' star again . There I go , Turn the page . Well you walk into a restaurant, strung out from the road . And you feel the eyes upon you as you're shakin' off the cold . You pretend it doesn't bother you but you just want to explode. Most times you can't hear them talk, other times you can . All the same old clichй's, "Is that a woman or a man?" . And you always seem outnumbered, you don'