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Handle:
DRH90404
Essay:
I guess I'm the "nice guy" who gets the girl at the end of the romantic comedy... my movie is just still playing itself out. You know the type– the one who you didn't necessarily realize was right in front of your face at first, but then he made you laugh so hard milk came out of your nose. The Chandler... The Paul Rudd... (c'mon, I've got to be a little cocky here or you wouldn't keep reading). A master of the slow burn, I'm not the guy who disses you at the bar to evoke a reaction and buy you a drink; I'm the one who you noticed laughing over that jackass's shoulder... the one you end up with. I guess I've just never understood the fundamentals behind the "treat her like crap– she'll dig it" philosophy. The great irony is that I think treating women well (opening doors, pulling out chairs, shaking my head a little in disbelief while whispering "Wow" under my breath to let her know how great she looks) isn't just the right thing to do– it's really quite fun. Women are the fairer sex on so many levels– you're smarter, you smell better, you generally get less food on yourselves while eating, and certainly handle getting lost MUCH more gracefully– and deserve to be treated as such. Despite such an "Oh my Jesus, he's great" attitude, I still must admit– I'm a guy. Which means I'm a bit of a big kid. Yes, those are dishes in the sink. Yes, that is laundry on the floor next to the bed. And yes, I can't wait to clean up my act if you're girl worth growing up for. When it comes to most women's checklists, I'm doing pretty good: great career in a really cool field, good relationship with my family, no felonies, dating history unencumbered by baggage or exes that still have a hold on me. I know the difference between "your" and "you're," not to mention, "its" and "it's." I can spot a Kandinsky in a museum, know my Cabs from my Pinots, play the guitar, and have travelled to six continents. I just haven't met you yet. Who are you? "Smart" would be great; "Funny" would be even better. But at the center, all I really care about is that you're "kind." Actually, that "smell good" part is kinda key, too. That's one of my favorite parts.
Gender:
Male
City:
Santa Monica
State:
California