Hey folks! I'm a tall, goofy, rambunctious, anti-lilliput, poofy haired, Italian-esque, conversationally delicious dude. Who likes words! I also love socks. That's about it.

Maturity: it's all about the emotional and social things that make us beautiful. The ability to reason comes a close second (but I don't expect much from women these days.)

I absolutely hate listening to music, eating food, and traveling. I also dislike bands. Might be because they're the antithesis of Chopin.

Due to POF, I've never seen so many girls with so many pet dogs before. And sometimes just the pet dogs. Or snakes.

(Oh and ladies, I've also found that koinophilia is the worst practice to apply when browing POF. But I'm sure that won't stop you.)

On a personal note, on here, the large women are excessively sexual (yikes), and the close ones are excessively cautious and take 3x more effort to meet.

Also, the people who mention they're in a city. Let's say Toronto. But they're not actually in Toronto. Sometimes, not even in the same country...

The single mothers, your children are all beautiful. In fact, it gets me quite aroused, knowing that my potential children may indeed look just like that...

And what the hell is up with that large Hershey's Kiss statue? Why are so many women hugging (and getting their picture taken) with really bad North American chocolate human sized mascots?

I'm a gentleman with everyone, and then, after opinions are made, everything else after. Good table manners and all that. Unless, there is...cake or ice cream.

If you can explain to me what sexy shoes are, you sir are a winner.

Hmm. Well, there must be some baked goods involved. Donuts, pastries, definitely sugar and flour and oooh some kind of fruit mixture!

What I'm trying to say is, let's go shopping for shoes. For hours.