But that was yesterday.
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45 / M / Straight / Single
Saint Louis, Missouri
- Last Online
- Today – 6:26pm
- 5′ 10″ (1.78m).
- Body Type
- Christianity but not too serious about it
- Pisces but it doesn’t matter
- Dropped out of space camp
- Computer / Hardware / Software
- Has dogs
- English (Poorly)
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But that was yesterday.
I'm tearing it up in I.T. (software) until I figure out how to save the world and retire, not necessarily in that order. One step forward, two steps back..
I own a house that's ridiculously unfit for occupation. A brilliant plan that life interrupted. I'm in the middle of a heated debate as to whether or not I've moved beyond the idea of fixing it up to just bailing out and taking my lumps, or diving back in and making the investment. It's a tough left-brain vs. right-brain grudge match to the death at this point. One step forward, one step back.
At last count, I've participated in/completed (not to be confused with raced in/competed) 33 marathons, next up being Grand Rivers, KY, in March. I'm never fast -- especially that time I kinda broke my leg at mile 5 and still finished the next 21 miles, although only the last 14 were truly excruciating...(Don't do that.) -- but it's a great excuse for weekend trips. And post-marathon beer is even better than free beer! Let's just guesstimate that at about 1.3 million steps forward.
carrying on a conversation about nearly anything with nearly anyone, as long as I don't have to do all the carrying.
interpretive dance. I'm especially good at the "Gettin' Tazed and Diggin' It". It's very rarely appropriate.
watching your purse while you dance.
Books: Emergence (David R. Palmer), The Hitchhiker's Guide,
Just finished Amy Marxkors' The Lola Diaries. I laughed. I cried. I bought the book. Not in that order.
Movies: Caddyshack, Airplane, Once Upon a Time in the West, Shakes the Clown (THE best alcoholic-clown movie ever made...care to argue?), The Magnificent Seven, Grand Prix, Anchorman, Joe Vs. the Volcano (don't judge me!), Citizen Kane, ... Oh hell, may as well throw in Quigley Down Under while my pants are down here. Basic rule is, I watch movies to be entertained, and I don't find being shocked or apalled to be very entertaining, and while "Stooges"-scale stoopid can be great, "Transformers"-scale stupid is.....ugh. I love a good hero, a deeper meaning (even if it's all in my head), and side-splitting laughter that makes my neck hurt the next day. And old, old, OLD stuff? All Over It.
Music: Musical stuff. I'm far more of a melody guy than a beat guy, but a kick-ass rhythm guitar or walking bass line will get me to drop my beer, spill my forkfull, and destroy my train of thought. Furthermore, "Death of Auto-Tune".....I'll meet you halfway on that one, soul brother; keep the melody, but ditch the poseurs. Also, would it kill 'em to deep-six the synth and throw a starving horn player a bone once in a while? Jazz fusion and funk probably get me up off my seat the quickest, for better or for worse (see: dancing skillz). Today I'm rocking Der Ring, but yesterday was all Lazy. Been in a bit of a
at a local haunt enjoying a delicious beer and the company of friends. Or the schmuck next to me. Whomever.
doing something wicked epic that I'd ditch in a heartbeat to hang out with....you? No? Got any sisters?
Okay. The topic is now:
The biggest probable-turnoffs I'm willing to admit... And stuff.
I once teared-up a little bit during an episode of Scrubs.
I don't own a TV and have no plans to purchase one.
I can't remember names well. Or colors, really. I'm not at all colorblind, but if I witnessed a robbery, I could probably tell the cops the year/make/model/option package of the getaway vehicle, but the color? Doubtful. I'd crack under cross. So, I'll remember that your eyes are like infinity pools of liquid bliss, but...yeah.
I'll make a little wager on almost anything, but I only bet to lose. The longer the shot, the better. All my rich friends will vouch for me on that, the bastards.
My food allergies are cooler than yours.
Spell-check hates the hellouttame.
Yeah, I'm a bit of a dreamer. If I visit your profile quite a bit even though there's no-way-in-hell that there's even a chance we'd ever meet, it's probably because you're awesome and fascinating. If I never contact you, it's because I'm also a bit of an incurable realist, but maybe just knowing someone like you is out there helps me to keep from settling for less and stay grounded. Or maybe I'm a psychostalkercreeper. It's one or the other for sure.
I know by heart an embarrassment of John Denver, Irish Rovers/Clancy Brothers, Gershwin, Simon & Garfunkle, Creedence, Chicago, Belafonte, Seekers, New Christie Minstrels, Kingston Trio, Monkees, and other more-than-less obscure artists' lyrics. Not to mention my '40s torch song repertoire. If I really, REALLY want to make you wish you were anywhere other than with me, I've sooooo got the weaponry...but I usually keep the madness to myself.
52% of my profile's visitors are dudes. I'm terrible at this.
OKC, under my Personality tab, has determined that I'm significantly less wealthy than average. So....I'm personality-poor. Great. Suppose that would explain a few things.
I just sang a freaking Waylon Jennings song...
...to my dog.
I'm not 100% sure of my own mom's birthday. You've been warned.
The other day somebody thanked me for saving his life last week, but no acts of valor or anything dashing like that were involved. My karma account is pretty flush, but my cool-points account is deeply, deeeeply overdrawn.
I've recently developed an aversion to the phrase "...is a must" in profiles, on a par with "...to the fullest" and "Fifty Shades of Grey" (or, oh-so-often, "...Gray"). Lame and picky, I know, and my problem, not theirs, but....ugh. It's overdone to the point of not worth doing. Just trust me on this.
Where the heck are you? I'm here to tellya, I've been looking EVERYWHERE.
- Girls who like guys
- Ages 30–45
- Near me
- Who are single
- For long-term dating, short-term dating
the thought of participating in this little dealio over the Memorial Day weekend gets you giddy:
Dash! and I are totally in. I can't wait!