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My greatest talent is writing, but there is not much I can not do well, or very well. My job is a bit of an obsession, it owns me more than I control it. But I love it. It changes every day, is always different, so I have a lot of freedom to do things most people only dream of, or can only take time off two weeks a year, whereas I can take the whole year off and not skip a beat. There are so many things I want to do and learn, I have no idea where to start.

I made a decision two years ago that I wanted to live in the center of the world. That's NYC. I left my heart in San Francisco in 2001 after the crash.com, but my family is rooted in Canada and I love to spend my summers at the lake, so who knows where I will end up when finally retire. I think in the now. Change is the only constant in the universe and I thrive off chaos.  I am currently working very hard building my companies at the moment, my trading group and my racing company and soin my aviation venture lifts off in Western Canada. I am obsessed with sportbike racing, formula 1, new technology initiatives and environmental innovations, and hope to build a greentech startup that makes a significant difference, whether it helps or not. Mother nature is driving, not us. I'm as busy as I want to be and plan to travel considerably over the next fifteen years. My World Tour started last January in NYC and is hitting the road later every chance I get. I want to do 20 cities in 60 days. And yes, I am taking applications, but only for those qualified to be my co-pilot.

As for dating, marriage, family, this concept of "forever" baffles me about women. You change your minds on a dime, so how can I trust you? What makes me want to change my fate to dedicate my heart to you when I know nothing but the best side of yourself you as you portray it on sites like this, or best impression first dates? I want to see your worst side, how you look in the morning, behind the makeup, when you're at your weakest point how you recover, rebuild, endure, survive, and triumph. Show me a thirst for learning, of initiative and intelligent thought. That you can think outside the box. And most importantly, outside yourself. Show me you are about more than wanting Gucci handbags and Manolos. Please.

I need to discover that you're sexy for reasons other than the obvious and that getting naked has nothing to do with nudity.

Women all say men are dogs, but the way I see it, that's a insult to the dog. BS. Dogs are the most caring, unconditionally loving, sensitive, protective, affectionate, loyal, intelligent, playful, endearing creatures. I would marry my dog if I were the female equivalent. He's the best and he's just like me. We are blessed they accept us as their humans, not the other way around. So why then, do we abuse them when they love us so?

I'm not going to explain who I am inside. That's for you to figure out. To judge me solely on whether I am attractive or not, hot or not, what car I drive (or don't), my job, is just stupid and narrow-minded and not a woman I would want to meet anyway. F**k, I can barely understand what makes me tick. If I could explain why I'm here, I'd say honestly, because I'm keeping my options open, my heart open, staying positive, and hoping I will meet that one exception to the rule. If not, I am sure I will make some great friends along the way.
We have faith in nothing, if not in love.

R.B

If only I could find, the girl in my mind.
My heart would turn blind to the others that remind.
To search, yet not find.
The unknown beauty, I am resigned.
I grow weary, and sigh.
Time quickly passing by.
In a world so vast, of great distance and time past.
Pretty smiles that walk by, moments that never last.
Do they see me through darkened eyes.
Behind veils they hide.
With ears blocked by song, of music that prolongs.
A mimic and mirror, the same one and all.
An opportunity lost, yet I know all along.
That if I were so bold, as to say hello.
The smile I would bring, would make your heart sing.
That unknown girl on the train, forever ingrained.
Another picture for my memory of a moment refrained.
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