Alright, instead of the usual one or two lines of carefully overthought dribble that I hope to describe myself with I am going to write a book. This is not going to be easy. I guess I could start by saying that I am a kind hearted and generous person and that I am thinking that maybe that isn't the most sucessful way of behaving. But I would not rather be any other way, so what are you gonna do? I am not really upwardly mobile. I really enjoy my job and frankly, I have no interest in anything more (professionally speaking). It pays me a good enough wage that I feel comfortable donating to charity every year. It doesn't pay me enough to buy land in this real estate market or at least not enough to make me happy. I smile less than I used to. I think that this is a result of my friends getting married, having children and me doing none of the above. We've slowly drifted apart and now I guess we just have nothing in common anymore. Sad. My sense of humor is all over the place. The darndest things make me laugh and sometimes those things really shouldn't be funny. Not funny at all. I have always loved animals and always had animals around me. On the few times that an animal wasn't around, I have been know to act like an animal myself. I currently have a big black dog and we live with a cat. The cat is in charge. Of us both apparently. My parents have a farm a little south of Nanaimo and I spend a lot of my weekends up there with the horses and other assorted critters. Just like most other single males out there I like tinkering with cars, trucks, bikes and most anything that I can manage to take apart. I am six feet tall, and I figure I must weigh in around one hundred and sixty pounds. I have brown hair and brown eyes. Rare no doubt. I tried to grow my hair long like Jim Morrison but it came out more like Don King so I try to stick with short hair now. It works better. Apart from being terribly average, I think that the worst thing about me is shyness. I really have a hard time talking to you girls. You really freak me out. I get scared and just kinda freeze up. I don't want to say the wrong thing, but you gotta say something so I mumble out something and then repeat it because it was too quiet. Then the joke isn't funny because I've told it three times and all inflection is lost. Then I think damn, I just said the wrong thing again. hmm. Try again? sure mumble. Oh well, what are you going to do. The truth is, I don't usually get this far. Usually I have freaked myself out to the point that I didn't come over and say anything at all. It's unfortunate because it's not as though I have no confidence at all, I mean I know who I am and what-not, I am just afraid of women I guess. Maybe I should have kissed that girl in elementary school, maybe it's a good thing I didn't, she had a cold sore. I have many female friends and I certainly don't walk in fear around them, or at least not anymore. I love movies, or at least I used to. I am kind of getting turned off by the way that celebrity seems to run hollywood. I would rather watch a movie with a good story, than say, I dunno Independence Day or Armageddon. A few titles come to mind.
Harold and Maude- displays my quirky sense of humor and hidden romantic side
Army of Darkness- shows my humor again and also that I am a hypocrite because there isn't much story there.
Good Fellas- Classic gangster flick
Vanishing Point- In case you forgot that I like cars.
Where the Red Fern Grows- to show you that I can cry too. No one watches that one without crying. Unless you hate puppies of course.

I think that I would get back to frequent smiling if I could just meet a girl that enjoys camping, walks in the park, watching a movie in front of the fire and great deal of patience for my four legged burden.