Instead, call me Pinocchio, my starring role that marked the apex of my thespian career in 5th grade. I would leave the stage a year later, but not before my denouement in which I opened South Pacific singing a French duet bare chested with a cute girl who wasn’t all that nice in real life (well, I was bare chested, not her—it wasn’t one of those kinds of shows!). Even now, there is something about that white hot spot light in life that I relish, feeding off the energy of my audience,
Or just my friends. I’ve realized that my closest relationships in life have been with personality types who have a way of pushing my buttons, getting a rise out of me, and drawing out my flirty, playful self. So call me call me a big kid.
It would also be fair to call me a romantic among romans. I decided several years ago that there are a lot of Beavises and Buttheads in the world, and women should feel liberated to choose a guy who is conversant in Shelly and Keats, who could revel in a beautiful piece of art for hours, who desires so very much more than the latest hook-up or another night at a club.
But call me an ordinary Joe too. I enjoy all those ordinary things like football and staying in shape, movies and hanging with friends, chilling on the couch or playing a good board game. I work very hard as a budding young lawyer, and I generally sport a nose-to-the-grindstone, blue-collar attitude.
Call me both a good listener and a good laugher, a lousy liar, and just a little bit competitive (ok, so that was a lie…more like a lot competitive!). Call me a Christian too—that is very, very important.