I apologize to you if I don't seem real eager to jump into a forced awkward intimate situation that people like to call dating. I don't like the feeling. You're sitting there, you're wondering do I have food on my face, am I eating, am I talking too much, are they talking enough, am I interested I'm not really interested, should I play like I'm interested but I'm not that interested but I think she might be interested but do I want to be interested but now she's not interested? So all of the sudden I'm getting, I'm starting to get interested... And when am I supposed to kiss her? Do I have to wait for the door cause then it's awkward, it's like well goodnight. Do you do like that ass-out hug? Where you like, you hug each other like this and your ass sticks out cause you're trying not to get too close or do you just go right in and kiss them on the lips or don't kiss them at all? It's very difficult trying to read the situation. And all the while you're just really wondering are we gonna get hopped up enough to make some bad decisions? Perhaps play a little game called "just the tip". Just for a second, just to see how it feels. Or, ouch, ouch you're on my hair.

I'm 25, originally from NY, now living in Hampton, VA. I'm an Intelligence Analyst in the United States Air Force. No, I can't tell you about the Aliens...err, I mean, what? I went the back-asswards route and earned my Bachelor's degree from Quinnipiac University first and then joined the Air Force. It wasn't planned that way, it just happened. Sorry about that tuition bill, Pops.

For about 4 months out of the year, my Sundays are dedicated to the greatest sports organization in all the land: The Buffalo Bills. *Pause for laughter*

Blue Moon is probably the greatest Beer known to man. I'm willing to roshambo anyone that disagrees.

I think cats are cool. They do funny shit. If you think that's gay, I will shank you.

I am a world renowned, intercontinental champion of thumb wrestling. And no, I won't take it easy on you just cause you're a girl.

I'd probably meet you somewhere in a dark alley and try to lure you to my van with the promise of skittles. But when we get to my van, it turns out I only have yellow starbursts. And those taste like ass.

Or we could grab some dinner in a brightly lit dining establishment. Most women have chosen this option. I think it's because they all hate skittles.