First things first, yes I actually went to Harvard, no I'm not a jerk-wad. Stereotypes are lame! As for the "real" me, I'm one of those rare freaks of nature who's both insanely ambitious and really relaxed. Nothing, and I mean nothing gets in my way, but most of the time I'm too busy laughing to notice which way I'm going. Last year I was in the middle of buying a car when I decided, "Hey, I think I'll leave the country and not come back for a year. I guess they can keep the car parked, right?" Wrong, but that's okay, because somebody picked it up. Which is precisely my point: life is EASY, BREEZY, BEAUTIFUL...Cover Girl. Or something like that. I guess what I'm saying is that I get the whole "being motivated" thing (believe me, Julius Caesar was less motivated than I am), but life has to be about more than hurtles, otherwise...why bother?
That pretty much explains why I'm on this site: I'm tired of settling for people who don't inspire me, dammit, who remind me of everyone else I've ever dated, or who hate life for some strange reason. Especially since I moved back to LA a few months ago, dating has been riiiiiidiculous. Women all want the same things: a guy with money, a guy with manners, a guy with looks and/or a sense of humor. Okay, great, you've just described ten million men, including me, but what about BEYOND all that? It's the little things, the crap you can't convey in one of these silly blurbs, that really matter. People out here ignore the little things! They'd rather tick boxes than live life.
One last thing about myself: I'm super gentlemanly. I'm into manners and making people feel special and all that mushy stuff. Not in a creepy way, but in the, "You're awesome, therefore I'm going to prevent this door from slamming you in the face" kind of way. All those silly conventions may be outdated to some people, but I think they're FUN, not to mention a great way to demonstrate that you weren't raised by wolves. On a related note, I'm a man of my word and, according to some people, "honorable," which sounds a little 19th-century but what the heck, I'll run with it.
