I can be emailed at scotta.blanchatATgmail.com. That will stop those spammers.

I'm 31, in school to become an elementary school teacher of the 2nd grade since I have such a good rapport with kids of that age. They don't make enough money, but I stand to inherit quite a bit from me grandfather and want to be happy in my career. He has made wise investments which, I hope, will bring me the same kind of things.

I am kid-less, but will have some in the future, hopefully.

I am quite the opposite of any guy that you know, which is a very good thing, I'm told. You'll be pleasantly surprised when you get to know me.

I am full of dry wit, can be very funny, and not to mention smarter than most cats me age.

I am a perty' devout man, with a devout hand, that will still engage in premarital sex (go figure).

I have been clean and sober for three years, and I'm not drinking or using for anything in the world. There, I said it.

I have an old fashioned sense about me, dress nostagically, and use a lot of old, archaic speech; it is an abundance of fun. I make up strange acronyms that you can figure out when you get to know me.

I also use P. T. from time to time. "What's P. T.?" Popeye talk. You know, me instead of my, things as opposed to think. I'm way different/fun.

I am the most honest cat you will ever meet, and it's gotten me in trouble before. If you can't own up for the crap you've done, why bother? If you don't want the truth, please don't ask me. Honesty is the best policy in the world. I am not cruel, but at least you know.

I'm very clean and neat, almost a perfectionist. If someting can be made better with my help, it will be done. I rarely leave jobs unfinished, and they're always to the bestof my ability, or I'm paying someone to do it better than I.

I love to play games: dice, card, board, role play (even sexual) . . . No, I don't play those kinds of games, ass.

I dig on the fact that I am a danged ol' d*mn good cook . . . as far as everything goes. So I would have you over to my place so a gourmet meal could be prepared for you. Sorry, no wine for me, but there could be some for you.

Outside would be a fire pit where we could gaze at the stars while we were warmed by the fire atop a blanket. Talking would take us into the very early morning, unless you were wooed by me earlier. Wait, I have no fireplace/pit. Heck, we could go find one up in them there mountains.

I am so different from other cats that it is just so strange, but you will have to find that out for yourself. I will interest you, I think. Then, when we come upon a slab of cardboard and some 80s rap starts to blast from a nearby ghetto blaster, you will be awed by an amazing display of breakdancing skills.

We might be better off if I were to prepare the meal at your place where you would feel more comfortable, and have home field advantage. Dang, wherever I lay my hat is me home, but I very seldom wear hats.