Hello, my name is Matthew. I was born on Spetember 27th, 1978 (Libra) in Pt. Pleasant, NJ. I lived on a small naval base in Cuba, known as Guantanamo Bay, for four and a half years and believe it or not, I am of latin descent. Boricua, to my beautiful mami and Bristish, to my handsome father. I am a Florida boy since 89' who is pretty much neutral. I relish a little bit of everything and things that I enjoy most are abused well beyond moderately. If I like it? I can't seem to get enough of it!

Avid bowler here. I love to compete on the weekends. I've bowled against legends of the sport whether professional or amateur. I've competed against some well-known specialists of my second favorite sport and even put the smackdown on guys you've seen on t.v. If I'm not bowling I might be on the links excavating some good soil chasing a little white ball around with dimples on it. Soccer is my sport of choice. My younger days I played every sport you can think of. The four years I lived in Cuba, I never missed an Allstar season in baseball, basketball or soccer and was the Center Champion in bowling. Some of my friends praise me for being multi-talented. It's true though. White men can't jump. I play piano and a little guitar. In elementary school I had to play the national anthem in front of the first, second, third, fourth and fifth grade classes. Being that I was diagnosed with a.d.d. at eight years old and prescribed ritalin, playing the piano in front of several hundred kids was very nerve racking. I was shaking, but nonetheless smooth. All grown up now I have to work like anyone else.

I am a land surveyor by trade, but have come to love masonry. Standing six feet two inches tall and weighing a good two forty I feel it is appropriate for me to move around heavy weight and mandhandle things. I am big and tough and sensitive. Ever see Beauty and the Beast? Yea, that's me. I have an excellent voice of reason and am all about compromise. Whether it be for someone's well-being or my own, I'm not one to start stuff, but definitely one to finish. Having said all that, I love all living things.

I hate it sometimes. I wish I was the careless "A" hole that passed by injured animals. I've rescued countless turtles, snakes (even a pigmy rattler), a hawk (that later died), a litter of possums. Cool story. I saw a possum lay on pavement and noticed from a couple ten yards that her belly was moving. I had to get closer and I wasn't seeing things. This things stomach was moving and you could tell rigormortus had already started. Who'd a thought there was a big pouch in that poor things stomach full of baby possums suckling at dry nipples. God, those things are so cute, but they sho is ugly when they're grown.

Maybe a trip to a national park or a museum to start out the day. We could go bowling late in the afternoon so I can show off my skills and share a pitcher or two. We could get some good grub and pleasant conversation could fall into place. Once settled we could go to the beach, capture the sunset, breath some fresh air, maybe wrestle in the soft sand. I'm also an excellent star-gazer. I bet I know more about the heavens than you do??