My physical appearance? Well, let’s just say I recently had my portrait photo done and the studio asked if they could put it in their show window. ‘Seemed like a good idea at first, but it ended up costing me $10.00 per-day. No, actually I’m tall, well my head is shaved, and I have a well-trimmed Price Albert (“goatee”). Which allows me to look either like a gang banger biker, or like a Presbyterian Preacher…whatever the occasion might call for.
I'm searching for a companion and a "best friend" that I can adore, yet be the friend that can "agree to disagree" on general stuff. I hope to find a down-to-earth reasonably “outdoorsy” person who can appreciate the real parts of what life is…sunsets, sleeping under the stars, loving animals… or just getting in the car without a destination.
I’m an unassuming, affectionate guy who likes spontaneity. I like holding hands, camp fires on sandy beaches, bicycling, coaching Little League, and making money by following my passion.
My friends would call me more of a "listener” rather than a “talker." However I do talk and am not afraid to express my opinion: but only after I've had a second to think about what comes out of my mouth.
I also like smooching on the couch with Barry White playing (‘I don’t mean smooching with Barry…I meant smooching with his music playing in the semi darkness of a cozy room). Oh, and since I got out of jail, I…. (NO!! Just kidding…’never happened; never stole anything; never cheated anyone; ‘never kicked a cat or dog; and never told a lie…well…almost never and I never said a swear word (OK, that's a lie too….)
I would say that I'm a "non-reactive sort"—i.e., a stable person who can handle stress, and ‘believe me, I handled some. I’ve had some fantastic business triumphs and a few setbacks along the way as well.
I'm scared of girls because Andrea Davis beat me up in 7th grade. I wasn't a wimp, I just couldn't hit a girl.
On our first date (with you, not Andrea Davis), I will be a little shy and will jumble my words a bit; but after that part is over, you'll see me for who I am (‘a jumbler of words). But this verbal propensity will be overcome after I've figured out whether you like me or not (and I’ll likely automatically presume at first that you don’t: unless, during the evening, you touch your index finger to my nose and sing a couple bars of an old sea shanty).
Fifteen minutes in the sun without SPF 500 sunscreen will make me implode.
The only known shades of my skin are white, pink and red. Because of my natural glow; swimming or walking on the beach is best at night, and you can see me better, (in the sunlight my skin tone tends to shine like a chrome hub cap.
I never trim my eyebrows because you can't see them anyway.
Staying up for the Tonight Show might sometimes require an IV drip of Red Bull.
Holiday gatherings would need to be with your relatives rather than with mine, because mine don’t like me.
My Positive features:
My priorities: Number one is my son. Number two is you and number three is me.
I love all kids and they love me and "NO" I'm not a Boy Scout Master. I'm just a big kid trapped in a 49 year old container and I dearly love what kids love. I am very involved in my son's life from sports to homework and I am proud to say that he is a "straight ‘A’ student" and an "All Star" athlete.
I've conditioned myself to think of food as energy: I only eat chicken, turkey, pork, chocolate, Oreo's, Crispy-Cream’s and occasionally Salmon. I don't drink (alcohol, that is…I do drink water); but it doesn't mean you can't.
I lack the emotions of jealousy, envy and anger (unless somebody really pisses me off!..’No’..just kidding again…I don’t get mad…much, and when I do it’s always because I’m right and they’re wrong! BTW, that’s another feeble attempt at humor…but, hey, if I have to explain that, we’re not meant for each other anyway).