OK, if you've made it this far, you must be interested in those intagible assets that I may or may not have...Well I could say I'm kind, funny, hardworking, honest etc. but then is anyone going to say that they're not? So who cares what I say. Thats not the best picture, but who cares, just imagine Georege Castanza with a beard and thats usually me. I tend to let it grow , not like Rob Zombie or Osama Bin Laden but it does get long sometimes. You need to know that a head of time, cause I'm not likely to change. When I got out of the Army, there were two things I said I would never do again. Run and shave.
I thought about making up alot of lies about myself and posting a picture of the Fonze, but I figured Karma would punish me by hooking me up with a transexual so I opted against that.
Anyway, I could go on and on about what kind of woman I'm looking for and what qualities she would have, but it wouldn't matter, no one ever fell in love with a grocery list, so I'll trust my gut. Either I'll feel something or I want, suffice to to say, women with a pretty healthy independent streak who don't depend on men for their identity are a plus.
See, I'm totally cool with growing old and dieing alone. Granted I don't want to be pooping myself in a nursing home, but if true love aint in the cards thats fine. But if it is, I don't want to miss it.

Anything but dancing. I hate dancing. Anything else is fine. Museum, dirt track, virgin sacrifice, what ever. Lets go eat somewhere so we can engage in the lost art of conversation. Also, when I say I don't care what we do I REALY DONT CARE! I hate it when women get upset because I won't be creative about a date. I'm 34 for crying out loud! What do I know about going on dates anymore? Nothing, thats what.