I suffer from congenital Big Brother Syndrome. That comes from being the oldest child. Big Brother Syndrome is where a guy is protective of those he loves, especially his family. If a long lost cousin whom I’ve never met before suddenly popped up, that cousin would suddenly find out that I am their fiercest defender, and I would go to any lengths to have their back. The same goes for my friends and anyone I give my heart to.
When I give my heart to someone not only will I be her defender, but I will be her chivalrous knight, confidant, playmate, shoulder to cry on, and loyal best friend.

I’m looking for a serious long term relationship that leads to marriage. Although I would love to have children, I realize that might not be in the cards. Finding my one true love is the cake, if we’re blessed with children, that’s frosting.

I agree that "extremism in the defense of liberty is no vice. And moderation in the pursuit of justice is no virtue."

Oh, and you must love dogs. There is something wrong with people who don’t love dogs. They’re man’s best friend after all.

Really, if you want a partner to take dance lessons with, or if you want someone to share what the different seasons bring, and to cuddle with in front of the fire, I’m your man. Finally, if you want to meet a guy who will treat you right, and listen to anything you have to say, then we have a great beginning.

On a first date, my traditional values come out. I prefer an old fashioned dinner date where I pick you up, bring you a bouquet of flowers, and go to a nice, quiet place. Most people are a little wary of giving their home addresses out to be picked up by strangers, so if you’d prefer to meet someplace I’m OK with that. Just don’t expect to go Dutch.