Hi, I’m Scott
And I’m pretty sure being perfect would take all the fun out of laughing at myself.
My favorite 3 words are “I’ve missed you”.
But … then again … “Want some cupcakes?” is NOT a bad string of syllables either.
The greatest complement I’ve ever gotten was being asked to be a godfather.
I’ll take anything you say to heart because I always speak from mine.
I’ll respect your opinions, feelings, dreams, and fears as if they were my own.
“Doing the Right Thing” is not dependent upon the presence, or absence, of material witnesses.
If I had the means to do and try everything I imagine, I wouldn’t have the imagination to do it my own way.
Pastries are my drugs of choice. P90X is my rehab.
I think I’m “real”, “down to earth”, “a fine catch”, and “one of the good guys” … but boys only grow into guys like that unless they know it would break their moms’ heart to learn, or even suspect, otherwise.
Quirks make people unique, and they make the right people perfect.
I’m fairly oblivious to being hit on. Then again… if it never happened before I wouldn’t know that either. Wait. What?
And I’ll never wear a Bluetooth earpiece. Ever.
I know the importance of Please, Thank You, I Was Wrong, and I’m Sorry.
I wish I knew more about gardening/plants/flowers. There’s too many of those little guys around the yard counting on me to get them through the winter.
I went to school for Engineering so I could learn the answer to “Whoa … how’d they do that?”
As it turns out some things DO happen by magic.
I have no idea what to do with my hair. Seriously … no clue.
But good news …I still HAVE hair!
It’s becoming salty and peppery; but a bad hair day beats a bad head day everytime!
There are allegations that I am an undercover confidential informant for the Fashion Police.
I apologize, ma’am, but I cannot confirm, nor deny, those reports.
I can be a total Dork at times … and I should probably apologize for that right now.
I’m sorry.
But I do know how and when to shut up, how and when to listen up, and how and when speak up.
If, and when, it hits the fan; I’m the guy I'd want around in a crisis.
Unless that crisis is happening when Notre Dame football is on.
Then I’m a usually a basket case.
I’m an engineer with an artists’ eye, and an artist with an engineers’ mindset. When I can keep both sides of my brain in that delicate balance, and focused on a common goal the results are usually pretty spectacular.
There’s beautiful things all around us … sometimes they just need some elbow grease, new upholstery, or a coat of spray paint … and sometimes that weird lookin’ beat up old whateverthehellitis just wants another lease on life as a flowerpot, a lamp, or a newer looking whatsumacallit.
So what am I looking for?
Well …
If you’re happy with your own unique mix of strong, smart, curious, and silly;
and you’re confident enough with it to let someone else to like it too;
If you can appreciate the drama of both a good story, AND good sporting event;
If you’re quick to giggle and slow to judge;
Stylish with a healthy self-image;
Creative with a healthy imagination;
And not afraid to fail… especially when fighting the urge to be a goof in grown up situations …
If you figured out that killer heels don’t make you sexy … the smile they put on your face does;
If you go placidly amid the noise and the haste;
If you can make it through dinner, or your drive home, without your cell phone;
Wants to learn and discover … as much as share and teach.
Have hopes and dreams … and a story you’re willing to develop.
Can see the virtue, heroism, and beauty in ordinary things and everyday people,
Fly when no one’s watching …and Hi-5 regardless of who is;
OR, If you have the patience to let me figure out for myself what all your Super-Heroine powers are …
… Then maybe you should send me a message.
Hope you had a good day,
-Scott
