I was raised by a pack of wolves in the mountains of Southern California. Rescued by migrant farm workers escaping the dust bowl, I grew up very poor, learning street smarts, the golden rule, and a healthy respect for the nicer things in life (clean water, electricity, food..etc).
During the civil war, I ran the blockade for the south, importing fine silks, guns, and other contraband from Europe. Making millions, I retired into a comfortable life.
My days of pack hunting with wolves, sleeping in gutters, and running the blockade are over. I now sell software. An MBA from Pepperdine, refined by social grace, a gentleman, but not a scholar, I'm single and looking.
Tall, charming, handsome, nice, single, done with games, looking for love, and looking to have fun with someone so special, someone so like me, that it's hard to believe she exist because she and I are one in a million!
As for the first date, it needs to be a huge production, where there are 20 other girls, and only 12 roses. Then I'll come in on a helicopter, hook up with about 8 of the girls in a jacuzzi/fantasy suite, captured all on film, and then give you the final rose! And then wonder why it doesn't work out! Romantic yeah? LOL
Oh, wait, that's been done before! Hmmm... How about happy hour? Or a glass of wine or cocktail and Newport harbor cruise on my boat? We can chase some dolphins around and watch the sunset after work! It's amazing!
BOOM goes the DYNAMITE! The end!
