I'm kind of the guy next door. Unless you live next door to some psycho guy that makes yard art out of aluminum cans. If that's the case... I live next to THAT guy.
I don't really have any expectations here, but at the same time... I'm open to everything. (unless it involves beets. I hate beets)
I'm divorced and was married for 13 years. The saddest part of the whole thing is that she got the dog. I have visiting rights though.
I could be your knight in shining polyester. We could rule the kingdom together... while drinking wine and eating bacon all day.