I see you. One eyebrow slightly raised in careful appraisal. I see you looking at me. Sizing me up based on how the humidity affected what is passing for my hairstyle in that picture. You're passing judgement based on the photo and what's below. Well, if you read this far, consider the following.

You'd think that a guy who writes a lot in a marketing/promotion based job wouldn't have trouble selling himself. But it can be intimidating trying to sound self-assured without being a jerk. Not being a kid anymore, I don't play games and don't appreciate them either. So, yeah I guess, I'm developing some attitude. We're all getting too old to play jr. high games.

With apologies to Crash Davis, here's what I know: Despite being a Bills and Sabres fan, if I miss the big game, the world does keep spinning. A night in with a decent movie can be as great as the best night out. That decent movie could be anything from Casablanca to Iron Man (I like a little bit of everything). Love going out for live music, but I'm getting away from arenas preferring theaters and bar shows (although exceptions can be made when Springsteen or U2 come to town). I read a lot. The only "games" I play are chess with my son or word games on facebook. I can even tell you the difference between red and white wine glasses.

If that doesn't make me sound like too much of a doofus, shoot me a email.

Something simple like a cup of coffee or a walk so we could get to know each other and see if there is a there there, ya know.