Im a nice dude; with some nice dreams. See these ice cubes; see these ice creams? I'll never beat you. I'll never lie. And if you're evil, I'll forgive you by and by, cause you: I would. Die 4. You.
Im a working class guy from upstate NY. I talk fast and probably come off as a generally excitable fella, which seems to not gel so expertly sometimes with native LA women, a-heh heh (nervous laughter). I've been single for over a year and looking to find a steady gal, but it's tough for a fella like me in this city. Everyone is so goddamn complicated. I'm looking for a down to earth girl not looking for a sugar daddy, industry connection, networking opportunity etc. who just wants to have a sweet cuddly boy around on a regular basis. I can make you the best grilled cheese sandwich of all time. Moms and cats generally like me; very small dogs do not, for some reason. I like them, though. If they don't bite me, or hurl racial epithets at me.
Also, Lil Wayne looks like Satan. I just thought I'd throw that in here.
If you're in to photographic shenanigans, Im on Instagram @uncleluke2
After only 10 days on Match.com, I'd like to include this rider to my star billing. SHOULD we evolve to "let's exchange phone numbers" status, which has happened 3x already? PLEASE do not bother giving me your phone number if:
1. You're going to text me back once every 11 hours. For example: "Hey, it's Luke from Match!" You, 12.5 hours later: "Oh, hey." It seems in Los Angeles, from 2011 onward, "the phone number" is the death of the the online courtship. I don't know what's happening out there, but I've kind of had it.
2. Even worse: You're not going to or plan to text me/hangout with me in real life whatsoever, and are just giving me your number out of some sort of twisted courtesy/empathy/etc. Please do not bother giving it to me if this is the case, it's a waste of our time.