I`m not sure how I got here, or where this will take me, but I promised a friend I would try this at least once.....so....Here goes once.....

I`m new to the whole dateing scene, after a fairly long term relationship, and I`m not all too sure how to go about it these days. Bars stink, and I find it hard to compete for some vixens affections, with some crappy cover band that plays on volume one billion in the background, while every drunk idiot in the place that is looking for the same thing I am, has ruined any single girls desire to even look at a man. At the end of the evening, I`m smelling of stale, spilt, beer, and hard of hearing from listening to "Brown Eyed Girl", sung badly at that, for the 8 millionth time.

So.......that leads me to this...computerized dateing, which is all so very new, confusing, and kinda wierd to me........
As long as your not some female version of the killer from "Silence of the Lambs",
The computer dateing thing will have to do. Just dont tell me to put some lotion on my skin........

My names Matt...I`m about `5"7, 170 pounds, blue eyes, lite brown hair and all my teeth. I live in Englishtown, have a real job, a few cars, and dont live in my parents basement. For some reason they have listed my age at 44, where I`m 41, and I cant figure out how to change it.
I like to be outdoors more so than cooped up inside..... I like surfing (which I totally stink at), snowboarding (which I`m much better at), road trips to my parents Bed & Breakfast in Pennsylvania, antiqueing, car rides to nowhere, old muscle cars, motocycles, and am pretty much game for anything.

My dislikes are drowning while surfing (which I`ve done more than actually surf), angry drunks, rasins (totally gross), judgemental people, old muscle cars that break down, and people who dont pay attention to motorcyclists. Which, I unfortunately, met up with about 3 weeks ago, with semi tragic results.....one unprepaired pole valting incident over a murderous Lincon Town car, resulting in one less motocycle in this world, a shattered ankle (now retaining more stainless steel than your average kitchen) some busted ribs, and a whole lot of time and pain on my hands.
If you dont mind being seen in public with a nice guy on crutches, than I`d like to hear from you.
Sorry all of the pictures are with me and my mustang, and are kinda crappy, I felt kinda wierd taking pictures of myself,alone. And for some reason on my computer the pictures are clear, but on here, their grainy and small.
I`ll work on new ones if anyone even writes me....
Thanks for at least reading this far, and hope you`ll at least say hi.

A bit of an update...Its September... The cast is finally off, after 2 1/2 months.... and I must say, my foot resembles my grandmothers quilt, with all the stitch work..... and ache, whoo boy...... The crutches are finally history, and now a wonderful cane is in my immediate future, for a wile, at least. But I`ve still got both feet, and arent in a wheelchair, so everythings looking up.
Thanks again