I'm a pretty down to earth guy; I survived in LA for 9 months without a car, guiding myself by my feet, wits, and the oh-so adventurous travail of the Los Angeles Metro. A lot of folks ask how I did it because they want to follow suit; if I knew the answer, I'd tell you, but I'm pretty sure it was done out of determination. And being stubborn.
I've always had an affinity towards "the Other," probably because I was one of the few yellow kids in a quintessential Reagan suburb of 1980's America, born and raised.
I think the story that best describes my personality is the night my best friend called me at 3am, and asked me what I was doing. Obviously, I was sleeping. He goes on to tell me that he and his girlfriend had just gotten in a huge fight, that he doesn't want to go back into her apartment, but he can't leave because she drove him there. He lived a block away from me at the time in East Hollywood, but was all the way in Sherman Oaks. Without hesitation, I told him, "I'll get there as soon as I can," got dressed, and went there to pick him up and bring him back. But not before I got him tacos.
In short, I've got great friends, loving family, and a job I get excited to do, everyday. I guess what I'm really looking for is someone to share all the good times with: to cook dinner with/for, go on random road trips/adventures to nowhere and everywhere, and travel with new experiences in tow. I genuinely love my life, you should too (yours, not mine, although that'd be great, too).
Basically: I'm pretty awesome, and you're pretty awesome, too. So we should hang out and see if we're awesome together.
(oh, and I like funny).