I don't want to waste too much space talking about me. If there is one thing that I try to avoid doing, it's talking about me. Sure, I'm a friggin' intellectual genius with long hair, medium brown eyes, and boyish good looks, but, I really don't like to brag. I work with kids with autism and emotional disturbances all day long, so I have more patience than a dude doing 25 to life in the pen. I am a struggling artist; I'm pretty good, I guess. This thing says for me to tell what I think makes me unique. Well, I know the words to practically the entire Project Pat 'Mr. Don't Play' album, and I know all the words to 'Sweet Child o' Mine' by Guns n' Roses. I love Sade and Gangstarr and Bad Brains and salsa. I like to write and I like to watch reality television. I hate black radio AND white radio. In fact, I hate any music created after 1996, or most of it anyway. I have an opinion on everything, I have fashion sense and I loathe Fox News. I just recently saw Stephen Lynch do a show, but I'm a big Eddie Murphy fan. Dirty Eddie, not kiddie Eddie. I like to cook, but I hate to clean. I can solve a Rubik's Cube. I speak Spanish at an exceptable level, I watch obscure independent movies and I stay up much too late. Did I mention how much I hate Fox News? I guess that's it. Oh, I have no tatoos. That's all.

Popeye's! You can't go wrong with Popeye's. That was a joke, sort of, but first dates are kind of weird to me, because you're setting the precedent for future excursions. The first date for me is usually a pretty chill affair. I can't break out the gandola and the roses and the mariachi band right off the break. I gotta know who it is I'm seducing, I mean serenading. I guess we can do a movie, but I think a museum would be much flyer. If it's movies you want, I got Netflix, shorty. And, if we're going out to eat afterwords, why not try something new and exotic, like Ethiopian. Red Lobster is not the business! Let's get our Anthony Bourdain on! I'll eat anything but a pig, a rat, a cat, or a dog. After the grub, we can go sit some where and chop it up (talk), then I'll take you home. Seriously. If I get a good night kiss, cheek, lips, where ever, I know I'm in there like swim wear. If not, I'll go home pissed that I just spent all that money on some food that people eat with their fingers!