What can I say? I'm an European guy with Middle Eastern roots. Bonus points if you can guess where I'm from (think mediterranean, olives, sea, sun, mountains, snow...)

I studied Physics for 4 years, got my bachelors degree, worked 2 more years as a teaching assistant, worked as the computer fix-it-guy, then I got tired of sitting inside an office all year in a fixed temperature under fluorescent lights, I joined the heroic ranks of Peapod (peapod.com). Delivered groceries, seeing new faces and places everyday, best job I ever had!
Now I solve partial differential equations inside my head while drenched in grease pulling engines out of cars, yanking transmissions, most of the time buried under wire harnesses (I'm an Auto Technician) But i clean up swell...

People say I'm crazy. I agree, if i waking up every morning and doing what I want to do is being crazy, then yes, I'm crazy. And I'm pretty good at everything I do, I believe that whatever one does, he/she has to do it right or shouldn't do it at all. Whatever I do, I do it right the first time. Well mostly ;-) Most of my friends say I'm a diamond in the rough, you be the judge on that one... And I'm vegan (I don't eat any animal protein), I really don't know if this information belongs here, but some people find it odd when they realize that their mechanic is a vegan...

If you are looking for another you, a male version of yourself, rest assured you won't find it with me, so don't try. As far as I know, they broke the mold after me: The extraordinaire disguised as the ordinary. My disguise is my best feature, my livelihood, what enables me to live amongst others. After all, everybody needs somebody to love. In the mean time, everyone has a mortgage to pay and errands to run...

Already running out of words here, better leave the rest to the man himself:

- bluebird -

there's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I'm too tough for him,
I say, stay in there, I'm not going
to let anybody see
you.

there's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I pour whiskey on him and inhale
cigarette smoke
and the whores and the bartenders
and the grocery clerks
never know that
he's
in there.

there's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I'm too tough for him,
I say,
stay down, do you want to mess
me up?
you want to screw up the
works?
you want to blow my book sales in
Europe?

there's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I'm too clever, I only let him out
at night sometimes
when everybody's asleep.
I say, I know that you're there,
so don't be
sad.
then I put him back,
but he's singing a little
in there, I haven't quite let him
die
and we sleep together like
that
with our
secret pact
and it's nice enough to
make a man
weep, but I don't
weep, do
you?

- charles bukowski

Maybe we can shoot some pool, or go bowling. Anything that will get our heart rates over 90... I'd prefer an active date.
Or if you also get your hands dirty during the day, we can chill out with a cup of coffee or a glass of moscato wine and discuss the latest hand cleaner available on the market