I'm not sure exactly what I want in a woman. Everytime we get close my mom usually steals them away from me. The last one was nice, she smelt of pixies and sunshine dust. She sure didn't taste like it though. I know I'd like a girl that could go line for line with me, I'm tired of hospital waiting rooms. Besides my freezer is getting awfull full.

I don't know if I'd use the term ladies man to describe myself. My mom calls me girly man all the time, but I don't think it means the same thing. I do have a few vices, but I prefer to refer to them as habits, not problems like the judge said. I am extremelly religious (NOT THAT I HAD A GOd*mn CHOICE)and enjoy all of the celebrations that go along with Romanian witchcraft/Hatian voodoo.

I have a healthy obsesion with "What would Brian Boitano do" by GWAR, you will hear me singing it in a continuous loop. Other then that my mom say's that I'm good for pretty much nothing. I would like to try and throw a baseball though, as long as we keep it between the two of us.

I figure you could come over to my house, we could sit on one of the beanbag chairs that my mom has in her collection and you could watch me grow my beard. Then we could eat a wing or two, cause thats what Brian Boytano'd do