Truth...? I'm tired of girls who don't know what they want, or think they know what they want then decide it's not what they want when they have it. I'm tired of meeting nice girls who want to be treated like dirt by overbearing hyper-jealous boyfriends who are out playing the field while their girlfriend sits home alone. Oh... and I'm also tired of girls who play games, play the field, and lead you on.
I'm an honest, sincere, and caring guy looking for someone who wants to spend time together and be treated with respect. I am slightly shy, but easily come out of my shell with a little coaxing. I have a great sense of humor and like to spend time biking, playing paintball, watching films, being social, making music, or being creative.
I value women who are honest, caring, monogamous, kind, and those with a sense of humor the most. Looks are certainly important, let's not kid around... if your not physically attracted to another person the relationship can only go so far. There's a lot more to me than that, but if you want to find out more you'll have to do some work.
Tired of being treated like dirt? Well I'm not "that guy".

Hmmm.... gee whiz. Well, for starters... I guess I'd like to be picked up around 8:00 p.m. or so, because that's when I wake up usually (nothing like starting the day early right?). I'd prefer to skip breakfast (your dinner) due to the fact that I hate to see a woman starve herself on a first date trying to give the impression that she doesn't eat much. I guess it would be straight off to the movies where we can sit alone in the dark not talking at all or getting to know each other while watching actors pretend to be in relationships right there in front of us on the big screen (after of course, you've paid for my ticket and dropped another eighteen bucks on a small popcorn and drink for me).

Then it's off to the bar where we can get completely hammered by running a tab (on your credit card of course), go back to your place (my roommates won't allow guests), and pass out on the couch while watching cheesy 1-800 infomercials. The next morning for dinner (your breakfast), I'll expect 2 over-easy, bacon AND sausage, white toast (no peanut butter or jam), and a side of grapefruit. Oh... and I take it double double.... not black.

After I finish digesting my awesome meal and messing up the order of your morning paper, I need to be home by around eleven or so to catch my soaps and feed the cats, so you should probably warm your car up a good ten minutes or so before hand to get the interior temperature just right for me (I like it around 19 degree's or so).

On the way home, I'll need you to stop by my cousin Jimmy's house so I can pick up my laundry I had his wife do the night before (she's good like that). If you want you can come in and watch my Soaps with me, but you need to be really quiet so I can concentrate and really get into the mood of each scene. Oh... and don't make fun of me if I start bawling like a baby when some amazingly original and believable plot twist develops involving some character and her crazy long lost (but evil) twin sister.

If that sounds like fun, give my friend Al a call... I'm nothing like that. I prefer to go somewhere for a quiet drink or coffee and chat a bit before making you pay for my popcorn. ;)

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