You had me at... "GET LOST!!"

If you don't read fast, that's ok. I'll type slowly. Why don't I have a picture up? Because my real profession is "Secret Agent". And if everyone knows who I am then I'd just be an "Agent" - and that doesn't pay as much. I'll provide one upon request.

In search of someone special. Being more than a pretty face is required. Ability to carry on a conversation is a big plus. Must be able to type 60 words per minute. Wait, this is starting to sound like a job application. In a sense I guess that's what it is. We're applying for a job to fill a position as somebody's "someone special", this is the application, dating is the interview & if we're "the successful candidate" we live "HAPPILY EVER AFTER". I'd like to believe that "HAPPILY EVER AFTER" exists.

Lying cheaters need not apply...been through that not looking for a repeat. Not interested in the bar scene. If you're a drama queen you should look elsewhere.

Having a sense of humor helps.

About me?? I'm a single dad who works fool time (I know it's spelled wrong). I'm not into hanging out in bars waiting for someone special to walk in -- figured I'd give this a try.

"Interested applicants may apply" by dropping me a line. I want a relation-ship that isn't going to sink .I'm looking for "it" to be there. You know what I mean, that thing that makes you so special, yet no-one can define "it".

Most people don't know it but Dom Peringnion was a Monk. The more I know women, being a Monk doesn't seem like a bad gig: Make some wine, walk around in a robe all day & you don't have to put up with women. Although if you look like Betty Nguyen or Maria Bello & just escaped from a convent I could be convinced otherwise.

If a mile is 5,280 feet, does that mean it's 26,400 toes?

Coffee...dinner...I'll even supersize it if you let me use a coupon (that was a joke). The place isn't important, the person I'm with is.

If I didn't lose you, drop me a line.