'All the single ladies (all the single ladies), all the single ladies (all the single ladies).. Whoa, woa, woa, whooah, woa, woa, wowe wowe'..

Oh yeah, and if we get to know each other well enough I may just perform the entire routine for you in a skimpy, hot-pink mankini. *lipbite-hipthrust*

Well hello there, fair damsel in distress. Are you prepared to be rescued from the foul beast that has imprisoned you in the highest tower of castle loneliness? Do you wish to be swept off your feet? Have you ever yearned to swoon into a puddle at the sight of Prince Charming? Fear no evil, and wait no longer, my future queen, your valiant knight in shining armour has arrived to smite thy villainous fiend and gallop off with you into a glorious new dawn.

I'm building my life up, brick by brick, by my own hard work, both intellectual and physical. I have my own purpose, I've done my own thinking, and abide by my own philosophy. I expect nothing from anyone, and everything of myself.

On my daily jogs I obsess about the two movies I'm working on in my head, the 5 or so music videos, and at least ten YouTube soliloquys.

I'm a man with a mind, and I demand nothing less than moral perfection. I know nothing less will do.

I'm an attuned listener, consummate professional, and loyal friend.

I have the body of an Olympic swimmer, the insight of a Greek philosopher, Oscar Wilde's scathing wit, the arresting Southern charm of Rhett Butler, unparalleled intellect, James Bond's macho perseverance and majestic pecs, a beguiling sense of humour, limitless charisma, a magnetic personality, the rugged good looks and raw sex appeal of James Dean, a vampire's intoxicating sensuality, an unmatched, unique style, and the stamina of a thoroughbred. (Or at least this is what I tell myself each morning in the mirror.) *grin*

I've been at the guitar for a number of years now; I'm no Hendrix, but I can hang.

I'm particularly adroit at pelvic gyrations, which is due mainly to my dancing days as male stripper Dusty Dangle. *smirk*

My heartfelt smile, gentle, deep-hazel eyes, and brisk masculine scent.

I'm into non-fiction science and philosophy. I prefer Fantasy and Comedic movie genres, informative home improvement shows, and Italian food. Radiohead, Sigur Ros, Grizzly Bear, and Beirut are some of the modern bands I enjoy and Ravel and Debussy are amongst my favourite composers.

What I'm Looking For:

I'm searching for a sweetheart with an edge. My rehearsed answer is: healthy mind, good heart, kind soul, pretty face. A woman who's intellectually competent and socially graceful - someone that carries herself with poise and self-assuredness in any situation. She appreciates the little things in life, is grateful for what she has but never ceases to strive for the best her ability is able to attain. Her demeanor is always light and friendly, and yet she still knows exactly when to challenge me with merciless sass. She accepts herself for who she is and never puts herself down for not being what she can't. Caring for herself is her number one priority, with nurturing her man a close second.

{PS I'm a werewolf. Any experience you have with grooming furry mythological beasts will earn you immediate points.}

ꅨꅅꄬꅰꄫꅊ ꄳꄼꄌꄁꆇꄹꄥ ꇢꇎꇦꇥꆴꇖꆋ <- Lycanthrope language. *Awooo..*

Oh, the usual things... What Justin Bieber will look like when he's fifty. Whether Carrot Top is the lovechild of Mask and Super Shredder. Why people refuse to use adverbs proper. Where that last Plinko disc will land.

Working at Hooters. A few years back I dipped a jalapeno popper into the volcano sauce for their chicken wings and singed my tongue something fierce. I suffered permanent damage to my taste buds and nasal passage, and am unable to smell or taste anything. After a long, hard-fought legal battle I was awarded a lifelong supply of softdrink koozies, and subsequent the gender discrimination suit, began working as their first male waitress. Come by and see me and I promise to wiggle my cute hiney in those bright orange hotpants. *tingle*

I'm wearing He-Man undies.

.. feel free to shoot me a message.