All I talk about is work. Work, Work, Work. Then the weekend comes and I work some more (or at least I think about the work I should be doing). I've had it. I want to spend time with someone special. I want to go hiking, play tennis, go to yet another Van Halen concert (OK... or Sting or John Mayer or Dave Matthews), make dinner, rent movies, eat sushi, get goofy tattoos and travel with someone (eventually... no Bahamas 1st date - sorry). Nothing is tying me down. We can go to Maine on a moments notice or take kick-boxing lessons and beat up some hooligans in a dark alley. Their asses will get kicked!
I've been talking to myself for years...umm... but now... gulp... I'M STARTING TO ANSWER! (and the voice I hear is making a lot of sense).
I'm picky like Seinfeld, so scoop the damn peas please... I noticed you do the same with your corn niblets. After that though I'm all good. Neat, clean, funny, teacher smart, and I must say... a GREAT maker-outer! Or so I was back in the day.

I did the research on what most other guys post on this site for you women out there and I have to say... these guys sure have a lot of toys. Boats, motorcycles, jet skiis... you name it... you can ride it. But I'm the real deal. No batteries required. What are they compensating for anyways??

Meet for coffee for starters. I like a casual, get to know each other sort of first experience. Otherwise... we over-commit and those Vegas tickets are non-refundable. Sarcasm is a must.