I'm a dirty and sweet (bonus points if you get the reference there) champion of chivalry who knows an amazing woman when I encounter her and knows how to treat her accordingly. I know when to act aligned with the verities of being a gentleman, and importantly, I know when the situation calls for me not to.
New York City, Rome, New Orleans, Paris, Big Sur, Montauk and Burning Man (yes, Burning Man) are the places on earth I love most (so far) and where I feel most at home. "May I please have a Johnnie Walker Black on the rocks" is one of my favorite requests to make. I can speak volumes with a glance. I've got a seriously old soul. I've encountered practically no one who drives a stick shift better than me. I'll readily, if not always happily, admit when I'm wrong. I laugh often--deeply, irreverently, and sometimes profanely, and I'm a hell of a lot funnier in person, even when I'm being snarky. And sometimes, especially when I'm being snarky. I'm a very good man to have along for the ride and I've been around the block a time or two. And while I can be cynical about some things, I'm never cynical about the transformative power of love. Even when it hurts.