I am teaching myself violin. I currently sound like a screeching cat, my room mates love it haha

So occasionally I serenade them with my beautiful voice and guitar playing. They swoon (they're also straight men). I play 3 other instruments. You could call me a musician.

You could also call me an athlete. I like sports. I like competition. I like rugby, running, tennis, martial arts...

I'm going to get a PhD in Political Economics in a year. I plan on working in Africa afterward (development work, helping the hungry find ways to eat).

I've done a lot of work with autism.

I have a candy apple red motorcycle that is currently in the shop *tear

Hopefully not by the time you read this (I hardly update it daily)

I like girls who can read, know how to laugh, and have some degree of attractiveness. I'm being broad here because, well, I don't think I have much of a type. I think my type is, "worth talking to."

O and I went to UNC. If you love our basketball team as much as I do? You're a keeper.

:)

First I'd drop in from a helicopter, paratrooper style. You'd be all like, "Holy shit?!?! who is THAT guy??? He needs to get lost cuz I've got a DATE!!!"

But then I'd tell you who I am and you'd be all relieved because guys in black dropping from helicopters do not often spell good news.

We'd then hop on the back of my gallant steed Thunder (also dropped like a paratrooper... he's a highly trained gallant steed) onward to our destination.

I don't actually know how to ride a horse, but I'm pretty sure I could learn beforehand. I'm also sure I could name any horse Thunder and call it gallant. No one really knows what gallant means anyway.

Our destination will (of course) be amazing. Located on a volcano, we'll ride Thunder to the crest where there'll be a single table waiting for us. As we sit, the quartet will begin playing a rendition of "I kissed a girl" by Katy Perry (weird choice...).

The french waiter will take our orders. As this is a fake restaurant I'm making up out of my head, lets say you can order ANYTHING you want in the whole world because this is a magic volcano! Our conversation will be highly interesting (fill in your version of interesting here... I'm pretty flexible in terms of intellectualism - vulgarity - maturity - humor - etc.) while we wait and the quartet takes requests for ANY song you can think of. I'll choose Don't Stop Believin' by Journey. Awesome song. (or perhaps I'll have these kids sing it http://music.todaysbigthing.com/2009/06/17 )

The food will be perfect as it always is in made up stories about magic volcanoes.

You'll think I'm pretty much the most fantastic thing you've ever experienced in your life. That's not magic. That's just me ;)

After dinner we'll take a walk so I can show you the running lava up close. One of those Hawaiian guys will make you a sculpture out of lava (they pick it out of the pool with a metal rod and put it in a mold cooling it and shaping it). He'll say, in Hawaiian language, "You're so beautiful I can't charge you for this humble offering my lady, please accept it as my gift to your beauty." He's a real Casanova.

Jackass.

Anyway we move ON from that and find, omg! A 22 mile long waterslide!!!

And it ends at your house/apartment/abode!?!

How convenient!!!

Not able to resist, we will use this amazing form of transportation back to your residence. In the mean time we'll probably kiss. Or something. You know I mean it IS a 22 mile ride and this is my story so I'd like to imagine I'm pretty charming. I bet you didn't know there was a volcano 22 miles from your house though. There's lots of stuff I bet I can teach you ;)

Anyway the rest of the night is kind of up to you. One thing in my life I've noticed is that guys choose the beginning of the night and women tend to choose the end. So there you go

Or we can go see a movie... if that's your thing ;)