Since I somewhat unexpectedly became single again two years ago, I’ve been assured that I’m a “great catch,” a “great guy” and even that I’m the kind of man your dad would pick for you if he could (although I’m not sure if that’s an insult or compliment). So far, I’ve learned that all this and $1.50 will get me a cup of coffee at Wawa.
Like everyone, there’s much, much more to me than can ever be summarized in a few photos and sentences on a dating site (and I really don’t look that great in pictures anyway, so I have that not going for me). I can tell you that I have a tremendous, one-of-a-kind sense of humor. I’m honest, loyal, know how to treat a lady and am looking for one who appreciates someone with those qualities. I’ll make you laugh, hold the door for you, give you my jacket when you’re cold and always, always have your back. That said, I'm hardly a pushover and am just as "masculine" as the next guy (unless your idea of masculine is the obnoxious "dude" in the bar screaming and high-fiving his "bro's."). I can explain the infield fly rule and the merits of the triple option offense; change motor oil, fix stuff, use power tools, tell off-color jokes, do laundry, cook. At the same time, I can also dress myself, appreciate a five-star restaurant, enjoy a good play or movie and hold my own with the highest of high-brow crowds. I'll never embarrass you in any situation. I come from a close-knit family with strong values and they and my friends remain my greatest treasures. I love kids and they love me back. So do animals. I'm positive, upbeat, don't sweat the small stuff, stay calm when everything hits the fan, have learned to be infinitely patient and never, ever argue. There is always a better way to resolve things.
I believe that noting in life is more important than the person who has chosen to spend theirs with you.
