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First the basics. 39 YO WM. Single. No kids. Looking for someone in their thirties or early 40s. I seem to be genetically designed with heavy lifting in mind. Think John Goodman / dockworker kind of thing mixed with a fair amount of brains. In the last little while, you've probably used something computer related I invented. Won't say what.
I'm into good and bad movies (but not so much the ones in between), pratfalls, full moons on open water, old VW vans, knitting (just don't ask me to purl), board games, pinball, puzzles, hiking, scrabble, opera, rock, The Fillmore, dry humor (and dry humour too) and evenings on the carpet in front of the fire.
I'm a good guy to a fault, stable and dependable when it counts, but I'm also prone to Rain Man moments so you may have to smack me on the nose with a rolled up newspaper from time to time. I'm hoping to settle down and start a family.
I'm looking for someone that's smart, bantery and comfortable with themselves. Hot chicks are all well and good, but after the third hour waiting for them to get ready, the shine starts to wear off.
I have a serious thing for Lisa Loeb glasses.
Equality is very important to me. I've been on both ends of the teeter totter and it's no fun either way. I'm also very physically expressive, so if big hugs and being carried from room to room bother you, that's a problem. Returning the favor is a bonus, but not strictly necessary (I'm a big guy).
Likes:
Movies that go for it. Make me cry, make me think, freak me out, fail horrifically on screen if you gotta. Just don't bore me.
Funny faces.
A well timed straight face.
Good books.
Contraptions.
The sun.
Warm rains.
Sunny rains (It just happened today. I liked it.)
Dislikes:
People that use their powers for evil.
Non-fools
That guy on that TV show I never watch.
Unladen African Sparrows.
Watery curry.
Asphalt colored cars.
I'm proudly awful at all of the following, and seek out opportunities to demonstrate my non-prowess as often as possible:
Bowling
Volleyball
Cow Tipping (This is actually physically impossible (1000 lbs, four legs), but I'm willing to give it a shot if you are.)
Dancing
Train spotting (they're always moving too fast to paint good round circles.)
Reasons you should hate me:
I've never had a headache (even from ice cream).
I can always find a parking spot.
Oh, and I'm going to need you to finish this limerick:
Please, you can call me John Doe
I'd rather the world didn't know
I was a'walking in Muncie
And I thought it'd be fun, see?
???
Have fun, and whatever it is you're doing right now, kick ass at it!
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