I've never had a day a sno-cone couldn't fix.

I get really excited about things. I leave little figurines in public hoping that you'll find them and get excited too.

I tell dumb jokes like, "what happens when you drink 8 cokes?" (do you give up?) "You burp 7-up" (I know, it's really good right?)

I like to make things special, and put a lot of thought into ridiculous things. I'm probably drawing a picture of a triceratops right now.

FYI.

I'm back in school learning how to better serve my community after spending these last 11 years in corporate finance. I'm 31, and that can be a huge turn-off. That's cool, but you should know about it up front. See how refreshingly honest I am? I'm a glass of lemonade in the summer like that.

I would tell you about my passions but the thing about communicating passion is that it is revealed in your eyes, your tone, the cadence of your words, the sudden need to be a little closer to the person and gesture with your hands, and the energy in your voice that is half holding back / half uncontrolled release. A profile is not the place for these things.

Sending postcards, drawing non-non-nonsensical pictures and sending them to you to make you laugh, making up words with hyphens in them, and sending classy messages about your boobs.

My smile is what people usually notice first. If I'm meeting you , then I'm probably happy and pumped. If I'm not smiling, then I might hate you.

Typically this is 5 sections that you're only going to skim through anyway, so I've removed them. We both live in Portland, I think we can safely say that we have similar tastes in everything in this section. None of this is a deal breaker for me, so unless your favorite book is Facebook, I'm not worried. The most important thing to me is that we can talk about this stuff together. I want to know why you like it.

Is that guy going to take the last lemon macaron?

Why is there no caramel option?

If I could be Super Mario, which suit would I want to wear? (It's tanooki, always tanooki)

Why did it take me so long to understand the Newspaper joke (What's black and white and red all over?)

Yep, he just took the last lemon macaron; lets go somewhere else, I think I saw a rat.

Friday...WOMAN...I'll be cruising down Alberta...with the t-tops DOWN

The mood to haiku
Overrides your shyness boo
(Yeah, I called you boo)