The bar scene came up a bust. Quality women certainly weren't shopping the produce aisle of my Ralph's. And frankly, the gym meat market scene was just so obvious. So here I am, on the internet. Me: an easygoing, funny guy who's handsome and emotionally secure. I've made most of my dreams come true here in tinseltown, except one. So I'm seeking to find someone to share the whole she-bang with. I work as a writer/producer and consider myself a pretty witty guy but not always "on." I'm not Hollywood and when I come home from work, I'm a normal guy. Grunting in the gym and playing racquetball keep me in great shape. I only go to extremes in moderation. Sadly, I've been described as looking like John Ritter in his Jack Tripper glory days on "Three's Company." Perhaps we could meet for a drink at the Regal Beagle sometime.
I'm seeking a woman with functioning gray matter underneath her brainpan; a naturally shapely physique (not tapeworm skinny) who's reasonably adjusted (I say reasonably because we live in Los Agonies, after all). Someone who can carry a conversation, likes to dine out someplace nice and enjoys rolling around naked on a large sheet of bubble wrap (okay, I'm not serious about the last one--or am I?). Someone with a sense of humor. You don't have to be funny or in the "business." It might be much if we're both cracking jokes and constantly laughing like idiots.
