As I sit right here in my chair, I'm thinking about something unique that I can share, I've long and hard, and I've come up with this, I'm the kinda guy you don't want to miss! From the mountains of West Virginia where I was born, I found myself traveling, far away from this neighboring field of corn. I've been round the globe, and coast to coast, but what I love is kind humans the most. Your money and job does not impress me, nor does your abstract view of reality even begin to make you look artsy. There are so many facades people take on within this site, but when will people realize just being themselves is alright? I'm not rich, but maybe a little superficial, at least I can admit it, I'm not an elected official.

I'm a full time coach and I love my job, what do you do, are you a full time snob? Most girls on here love to talk about money, or how independent and unique they are, it's really funny. What I'm doing with my life is a backwards question to begin with, why not ask me what I did with it when my life doth endith?

I'm really good at lots of things, one kind kinda feels good, but also stings, it pushes you away and brings you back in, its my sense of humor or my pale scottish white skin? I can't thing too much more right now to brag about, but other people are good at this, its all I read about. Apparently in order to get lots of replies, I must juggle fire and be baptized, why do we feel like we have to fill this all out, can't we just meet and kick the soccer ball about?

When you look at me, what will you see? A skinny white boy, or a straight badass like Warren G? I've been told that I'm cute, I've been told "I've seen better", I could care less what I look like, I wish I looked as cool as the Shredder.

Books are great, and music is swell, most tv sucks, and liver and onions can burn in hell.

Number 1 is oxygen, it keeps us alive, number 2 is pizza, without it I can't survive, number 3 would be me because I'm the best, number 4 would have to be my home because like a bird I need a nest, number 5 are my brothers, they are pretty cool I think, and finally number 6 its my friends, but without deodorant they stink.

Its a tie between pop-tarts and cinnamon apple jacks, both taste so good, but why won't they bring Arrested Development back?

So many things I could say right now that would make me look sooooo cool, but since I graduated college I've become pretty uncool. Obviously I need some help occupying my nights, I'm on Okcupid, a stupid dating site!

I have no secrets, I'm an open book....although I've been caught shoplifting, I guess that makes me a crook.

If you read my entire profile then you might be an alright gal, and if you send me a message I promise to be your pal.