Now that you've gone through my photos to make sure I don't have a mullet, mustache, or uni-brow this is where I have to distinguish myself from all the other gentlemen suitors. I’ll give you the cliff notes:
Am I employed? Yes. Happily and securely. Love my job and what I do.
Am I a jerk/meathead/dude bro/waste of time? No. I’m definitely a traditional guy’s guy. No, don’t mistake that with the testosterone fueled, tapout t-shirt wearing, fist pumping hambones with the shell necklace that’s hitting on everything with a skirt. I like to go out with my friends on weekends and weekdays alike. I like to drink, but know how to act right, handle myself and have a good time. I like sports, but it’s not a life and death situation when my teams lose. I like to compete, I play ice hockey 3-4 times a week, but it’s recreational and I’m not holding on to some silly dream that I’m a pro… oh, wait.. and I’m not that good, right. I like to grill and cook, and can make some mean pulled pork. I like hard work, the outdoors and the smell of chainsaw exhaust and wood chips. I get along great with dads and brothers and am not afraid that your dad owns a gun shop and your brothers are all Navy Seals… well, maybe a little.
Am I a hermit and have no friends? No. I have many different circles of great friends, both guys and girls. I have more best friends than I have fingers. I like to know people and I tend to get along well with anyone I meet. I tend to develop meaningful relationships with a lot of people. I think I’m a good friend and like to be relied on. I’m normally the guy helping you move a couch into the 5th story brownstone with the shoulder-width stairwell… Now - 6th floor, we aren’t friends anymore.
Am I potential boyfriend material? Yes. I have a life plan and I’m not on here to get laid. I’m not looking to date more than woman at a time or be a serial dater. I’m looking for someone to connect with, converse with, travel with, get fancy and have a nice dinner with, and be there for you at the end of a long day… oh, and then of course the getting laid part.
Do I have baggage? No. No kids, no crazy ex-girlfriends coming around, no current girlfriends coming around, no stalkers… I think.
Wow, this guy is great, why is he still single? That is life’s greatest mystery and am asked to no end. I have en-grained myself into associating myself with couples, my teammates (all male) and co-workers. I guess I just don't put myself into situations often to meet a nice single lady.
Alright, so that’s as much as you can know about me on paper. What am I’m looking for in you?
- You don't live in Russia or Thailand. I haven't resorted to mail order bride just yet.
- More than half of your pictures aren't of your cat or sunsets, or your cats in-front of a sunset
- All of your pictures aren't selfies taken in the bathroom
