I have traveled the world over and seen thousands upon thousands of people. I have lived in three different states and stuck my foot in the Atlantic and Pacific Oceans. There are pretty women far and wide. However, I would have none of them because women from Texas are the women that I love. They have great looks and great minds. They are beautiful from the inside out.

The worst thing a guy can do is make a girl fall for him with no intention of catching her.

Sometimes I wonder how I was so lucky to have both my parents in love with each other their whole lives. I wanted that so bad for my girls, but it just wasn't going to happen. So, I do the best that I can with what I have to work with. And I work the best that I can with their mother.

Men don't know much about women. We do know when they're happy. We know when they're crying, and we know when they're pissed off. We just don't know in what order these are gonna come at us.

A day in the life of...

Well, let's see. My day goes like this:

I get up in the morning about 6:00, snooze button, snooze button, snooze button... I get up in the morning about 6:30. I get in the shower, then get out of the shower because I forgot to turn it on and take my PJs off. So, I then turn on the water and go downstairs to let the dog out and fill my first cup of coffee. The first of many. I let the dog back in.

After I have showered and shaved, I get dressed in the latest fashion of the early 90's. I am a creature of habit. I then get my girls out of bed. Haley (the 5 year old) is easier than Taylor (age 9). One at a time, I piggyback ride them downstairs and fix them a bowl of cereal. I turn on Maya and Miguel and they watch that while spilling their milk all over the coffee table. Speaking of coffee, I am working on my 3rd or 4th cup by then.

I then head upstairs and pick their clothes out for the day. Make sure it's not too wrinkled lest they be made fun of by their friends. Get socks and shoes and God only knows where they took their shoes off, so I am hunting now. Head back downstairs with clothes, shoes and a towel. Remember about the spilling the milk on the coffee table thing?

They get dressed and we shuffle out the door because we are, as always, running late! And that is just the morning. I have yet to figure out why it always repeats. The same thing every day.

Well, I only have 2 more loads of clothes to do. It wouldn't be so bad except that I have to fold and put them away. Yes, I am a guy. Why can't they just be happy with pulling their clothes out of a basket? Wrinkled, schminkled. It is a shirt.

I don't even fold their clothes, per se. I just lay them out flat (if they go in drawers) and put them in the drawer. Their clothes are still too small to require folding. I never did understand why the ex folded these tiny panties in half. The drawer they were in is two and a half feet wide. It's not like the undies are really taking all that much horizontal space up or anything. Heck, I don't even fold my boxers in half. I just lay them out flat in the drawer. I get two stacks side-by-side in there without issue. But women have to fold them in fourths. Waste of time and energy in my opinion.

Woman was taken out of man; not out of his head to top him, nor out of his feet to be trampled underfoot; but out of his side to be equal to him, under his arm to be protected, and near his heart to be loved

I love working on cars. The more broke the car, the more fun it is for me. Which is why I have two vehicles. I always have one broken.

I love working on houses and stuff. I can fix just about anything on a house. I have "dated" women who just used me to fix the toilet before.

A woman has got to love a bad man once or twice in her life, to be thankful for a good one

If there is anything you would like to know about me, please message me. If you can't spell, then please massage me. I prefer the latter.

Perhaps a great first meeting would be at a coffee shop or a bar and have a glass of wine along with some stimulating conversation.