If you are materialistic or ultra shady with your character then, please, save my time and save yours. The materialism gets old, the shadyness gets old and, boy oh boy, does the typical syndrome get old fast.

I'm not a very judgmental type of person unless I feel like someone deserves criticism.

I like rock music and mostly metal though I tend to branch off from time to time with my likeness for Fall Out Boy. Sorry, I don't care who doesn't like it but their new CD, Folie Deux, is pretty good.

I'm down to Earth, generally nice most of the time and understanding.

But let's get deeper into my personality.

I tend to be the kind of guy that comes across as determined. I can be stubborn, I can be somewhat reserved on things I should probably tell people and I can definitely crack a joke here and there. I'm a jokester for the most part. Gosh, I love to be silly. I just can't take myself too seriously or anyone too seriously if the situation doesn't call for it. I like to make people laugh. It's a gift that I have. At least, that is what I've been told that I'm able to do.

As far as romance, there is a side to me that most people would never get to know. I can be the lover boy with a French flag adorned in rose pedals glued to that same said flag and a bottle of scotch in my hand. (Yes, I'm copyrighting that for I made that sentence.) I do rather enjoy making a young lady say, "where the hell have you been all of my life?" Once that same said young female asks me that question I shall respond with, "I've been hiding from you. For if I met you any sooner you might tackle me and lay upon my lips kisses...and I haven't used my chapstick yet so I wouldn't suggest that unless you want to kiss a sandpaper-like surface..." (For the record, my lips are hardly EVER chapped unless I'm outside and it's extremely cold. I don't think anybody can help that even IF you use chapstick. But I guess that's only a "sometimes" type of scenario in a typically warm state like South Carolina.}

To sum things up:

I love cheese.

I love the smell of cheese.

If I ever met a woman named cheese, god, I'd marry her, call her the queen of England and cavemen and take her out every night to a grocery store to buy...you guessed it...cheese...

I will drink alcohol but I don't like to get drunk because sometimes I say REEEEEALLLLY crazy things when I'm drunk. Believe me, I made a mental health patient say, "The hell is wrong with you?!" when I showed up to a bar drunk. Mind you, I said I SHOWED UP to the bar drunk. I was already wasted before I got there. When I left? I had so much alcohol in my blood stream to the point where if I ever got a cut anywhere on my body it'd be instantly sanitized. But, no, drinking like that or at least on that level just isn't me. I'll do it every now and then...and my definition of every now and then is like four times a year...

I like to dance even though my dancing is atrocious. Gosh, I don't even think toddlers are that horrible. No rhythm, no booty rhythm...hell I can't even get a foot shuffle right. I don't even think it's called a foot shuffle. It's that thing that James Brown does or...well, the thing he DID do before he passed away...



Okay, let me go ahead and cut this short. If there is anything you guys want to know about me just private message me. I won't bite----errrrrrrrrrrrr----look, I bite, okay? I love to bite. It makes me giggle. It'd make YOU giggle.

It's whatever...planning isn't something I like to do with things like this...typically, I go with the "let it snow" type of thinking.