I hate to start off these things on a negative note, but let me start by saying that I hate writing these intros. And I don't hate many things. Just dating intros and cilantro. And starting things on a negative note. And racists. That it's. Just cilantro and dating intros and starting things on a negative note and racists. And catching my pinky toe on the hamper on the way to the bathroom at 3AM.

Okay. So maybe there's a small list.

But really, what I hate most about these intros is that it's impossible to convey in just a few hundred characters what it's taken me 41 years to become. And, honestly, I don't think you're really reading this anyway. You say you're looking for me, for the nice guy with a great personality with lots of charm who comes from a good family and who just happens to have a great sense of humor, knows how to cook, will rub your feet after a long day, loves to travel and loves making out on a couch for hours on end... but really, you're looking for James Bond or some actor lookalike with good hair you saw in Sex in the City or People magazine.

Man, I hate guys with good hair. That does it. They're on the list!

But maybe you're different. Maybe you're the girl who is really looking for who she says she's looking for. Maybe you're actually looking for the Nice Guy who's just had bad timing. Maybe you're looking for the guy whose ex-girlfriends call him "the one that got away." Maybe you don't need a guy with great hair as long as he's got a great heart.

And hey, I'm that guy. Romantic and passionate about life. Talented and ambitious. Fiercely loyal and adventurous. I'm the guy you keep saying you're looking for.

I'm right here. Right. Here. Make like the ABBA song and take a chance on me.

A cup of coffee in a sidewalk cafe or a nice dinner always works. I'm up for anything where I can put my full attention on my date.