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34 Fort Lauderdale, FL Man


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  • Ages 24–38
  • Near me
  • Who are single
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My details

Last online
Feb 2
6′ 0″ (1.83m)
Body Type
Christianity, but not too serious about it
Gemini, and it’s fun to think about
Graduated from university
Entertainment / Media
Strictly monogamous
Doesn’t have kids, but wants them
Likes dogs and likes cats
My self-summary
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I'm a 32-year-old Canadian guy who's lived in the United States for 11 years, and moved from San Francisco to Fort Lauderdale in March 2014. Don't worry, I don't have one of those goofy Canadian accents. I worked hard to kill it off, and it only pops up when I get really excited or I can smell maple syrup.
What I’m doing with my life
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I work as an editor for an internet marketing firm, and I'm fortunate to enjoy what I do and work with someone intelligent people. And it sure beats begging for change under an overpass.
I’m really good at
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Listening. As a journalist and keen observer of human nature, I really enjoy getting to know people and listening to them. So I suppose I always have an ear or two to lean on.
The first things people usually notice about me
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My dimples, because I smile a lot. They're not miraculous, because miracles are reserved for women lifting cars off toddlers or cleaning products removing blueberry stains from white blouses, but I like them.
Favorite books, movies, shows, music, and food
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Books - A Fan's Notes, The Tender Bar, Slaughterhouse-Five, City of Thieves, The Naked and the Dead

Movies - Slap Shot, Back to the Future, The Goonies, Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, The Shawshank Redemption

Shows - Breaking Bad, The League, The Daily Show, 60 Minutes, Hockey Night in Canada

Music - Neil Young, The Rolling Stones, Good Riddance, Strung Out, A Wilhelm Scream

Food - I'll eat pretty much anything but chicken foot soup. I'm not a huge fan of foot-based soups.
The six things I could never do without
Think outside the box. Sometimes the little things can say a lot.
Family, friends, affection, hockey, honesty, and WKRP in Cincinnati.
I spend a lot of time thinking about
Global warming, lunch, or your next vacation… it’s all fair game.
Work ethic and human nature. You can tell a lot about a person by their work ethic on a Friday afternoon. It’s safe to say most people catch a whiff of the weekend and check out early, leaving tasks to wait until Monday morning.

Ever tried getting phone calls returned on a Friday afternoon? You’re better off trying to squeeze orange juice from a pomegranate.
On a typical Friday night I am
Netflix and takeout, or getting your party on — how do you let loose?
Out with friends at a bar or lounge, watching a movie, or out at a concert or sporting event. That reminds me of a story.

When we were living in Salt Lake City, my ex-wife and I enjoyed going to a little discount movie theater a few blocks from our apartment. The seats were uncomfortable, and it didn't offer the high-tech presentation of the big theaters, but it only cost us about $1.50 to see movies that had been released a couple months earlier, so we visited often.

The theater had been around for decades and had a warm, old-school feel. It still had old balcony seating, and the walls featured large photos of classic movie stars like Marilyn Monroe, James Dean and Humphrey Bogart.

One night, as we were settling into our seats my wife had a puzzled look come over her face. She's always hearing things or detecting strange aromas, so I ignored it. Besides, I'd just purchased some Twizzlers, and nothing comes between me and a fresh bag of Twizzlers.

Finally, she asked, "Why do they have a picture of Hitler on the wall?" I glanced over, fully expecting to see a 20-foot photograph of Hitler adorning the wall, and burst out laughing. "That's not Hitler, dear. That's Charlie Chaplin."
The most private thing I’m willing to admit
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Other than the fact that I'm on this site? Well, I was once pushed into a snowbank while I was peeing on it. There's no greater sense of helplessness than falling into your own freshly-produced urine.
You should message me if
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You can relate to this at all.

As a kid growing up in Northern Alberta, Canada, I would spend long winters cooped up in the house. I enjoyed playing outside, but frostbite is no joke. One glance at a black toe or a gnarled ear was all I needed to respect the elements. Also, my curfew usually correlated with the sunlight. In the summer, when sunlight would linger until midnight, we'd be out playing street hockey for hours. However in the winter, when the sun set by 4:30 in the afternoon, we spent a lot more time indoors.

I developed a habit for playing with tennis balls in the house, tossing the ball against the base of the fireplace and trying to dive across to the other side of the room for a remarkable save. Sometimes my throws would miss the mark, and I must have broken the glass out of each picture my parents had lined up across the mantle. Finally, one day my mom brought home a book teaching me how to juggle. That way I could still play with tennis balls or bean bags, but without the same destructive side effects.

I would spend hours practicing, but I never got the hang of it. I could get two bean bags going just fine, but once that third one was tossed into the mix I lost it. Despite my best efforts, I never did learn to juggle. It used to frustrate me, but if it prevented me from pursuing a career in magic or the performing arts I'm probably better off.