Second to bowling a couple 300 games, I'm most proud of the perseverance I displayed while mounting a large flat screen tv onto my stud-less drywall the other day. It's been almost a week and the thing hasn't fallen yet. I believe these achievements really define me as a person.

I'm level headed, self aware, relaxed, secure, and easy going. I like to joke around (See opening. See lots of remaining text [I also like parenthetical asides]). You should too and now that you know a ton about me, let me tell you that I've dated a couple people. One or two (can't remember) were memorable, but most were forgettable. I'm tired of getting into a relationship only to find out, a few weeks/months down the line, that she doesn't share the same passion for the specific calculus theorems that I do. Ugh, total deal breaker! But seriously though, I have a tendency to meet people I don't have much in common with and I'd like to change that.

In no particular order, i'm looking for an exciting, genuine, sarcastic, beautiful, loyal, and rational person. I want her to push and challenge me. Simple request, no? I have a strong math background and am very analytical. I think outside the box. As such, I often find myself getting into spirited debates. Almost none of them are math related.

I believe nothing beats a perfectly executed power nap. I'm a fan of sports, working out, and most other types of physical activity. You must be patient when it comes to my rants about Eli Manning, the Mets, the NBA, and my incessant, fantasy sports stat tracking. I'll return the favor; I'm pretty patient too. I'm an all-star shopping companion and i can even tolerate up to 45 consecutive minutes of the E! channel! Speaking of which, i would write more, but a re-run of the Kim K breakup special just came on TV. Prioritiesss...

**update**
I've come to the realization I dislike most people who feel the need to issue "**update**" notifications to their profiles.
**re: update**
I'm drowning in dissonant feelings.

When I was young boy, I dreamt that one day, around the ripe age of 30, I'd join an Internet dating site. I'm now living the dream.

Efficiently loading a dishwasher. Bowling. Skateboarding/Roller Blading (at least I was when i was 14...). Yard work. Ordering Chipotle. Low stakes poker.

I lack the culture and sophistication necessary to call a "movie" a "film."

It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia, Game of Thrones, Homeland, Curb Your Enthusiasm, Parks and Rec, Community, Chopped, Bitchin Kitchen, House, House of Lies, Shameless, The Wire, Archer, Eastbound and Down. I haven't started it yet, but I need to watch Breaking Bad.

The Big Lebowski, [insert any of the thousand movies where Denzel plays the same badass character here], Talladega Nights, Fight Club.

Math text books.

I eat EVERYTHING. For the same reason I don't like mealy apples, I don't really care for eggplant though. Mexican,Cuban, and sushi are probably my favorites.

Rap, Electro, House, Transe, 90s alternative.

Composing stupid/funny emails
Golf clubs
Carbs
Naps
Sarcasm
Strenuous physical activities

Stuff outside the box. How I, being relatively physically fit, can injure myself doing the most straightforward of tasks so often. How to draw the acceptance line between "likes cats" and full blown "cat lady." Fantasy sports. How creepy those Barefoot shoes with the toes are (please don't message me if you rock them! K,Thanks.)

Updating this section of my dating profile.

I can't grow facial hair. I can churn out a solid , teenager-esque, sparse stache after a few days, but that's really all i got. People accuse me of shaving my arms all the time. I don't.

You checked off at least one of the following:

You made at least one attempt at a joke in your profile.
You managed to effectively sum up your love of travel in something less than 3 paragraphs. I get it....you love to travel....who doesn't?
You like Curbed, Always Sunny, and Archer. I don't know how we COULDN'T be best friends if that were so.
You have at least one pic that isn't so Instagram-ed, I can barely distinguish you from some faded chic in the back of my dad's hippie, college yearbook (nothing against Instagram...I'm just saying there are other places more suitable for saturation effects...).
You're good with knots.