I'm pretty shallow, so this won't take long. Along with my endearing sarcasm, razor-sharp wit, and overwhelming modesty, I'm up there with sliced bread - objectively speaking, of course.

I grew up in a small town in Idaho. My father, grandfather, and great-grandfather all grew spuds. Guess who’s next in line to take over the family business? It’s a glamorous life… now all I need is my cowgirl. I had to walk to elementary school in two feet of snow, uphill, both ways. I upgraded to a tractor when I got my license at ten. I was the first in my grade to wear MC Hammer pants. Cow-tipping was not a myth… it was a sport and I was a legend. My graduating class consisted of a whopping ten people, so unlike you when I threw my cap up in the air I had a 10% chance of catching my own.

I am a typical man, but I mean that in a good kind of way. I never ask for directions when I am lost, I have a favorite spot on the couch that only I can sit in, and I have selective hearing (especially when it comes to women).

In all seriousness now, I love life and I live it by the belief that it is too brief to be spent worrying, fretting, complaining, or sulking. I am a door-holding, dog wrestling, party crashing, good person who will steal a kiss if you're not careful. I enjoy living in Las Vegas, but am looking for a fun, smart, sexy girl who hasn't been vegas-ized by the bright lights!

Other than that... I am NOT your typical Vegas guy.