I went through a divorce about two and a half years ago and I think that my head and my heart are now back in a place where I can actually consider the possibility of partnering up with somebody and giving it another go. Do I have high hopes of finding that here? Not really. But I have founds some friends here and that's a non-negotiable pre-req for any future relationships. I'm not looking for someone to fuck. That's easy. I'm looking for someone I actually want to talk to afterwards. That's tricky. Like Run-DMC tricky.

I've lived most of my life in Ohio except for the six years I spent in the navy. I was not fond of that experience, but I did get to visit some really cool places. Although I can't really recommend a nuclear powered submarine as a means of travel. It's kind of boring.

After the navy, I obtained an engineering degree and an MBA. Maybe I'm a masochist, but I'm looking into getting a second masters degree. Something really nerdy. Cause that's how I roll.

Figuring out how to design robotic manufacturing systems that aren't quite smart enough to overthrow their squishy human overlords.

I shaved my beard. It was a fun experiment, but ultimately too itchy. I should remove this because there is nothing else written here to indicate that I ever had a beard. But since one if my pics does show a little scruff, I'll keep it. That way you can weigh in with your thoughts on it.

I'm good at figuring things out. I'm an engineer, so that works out nicely. Of course, that education also makes me question the percentages here. I feel as though there should be a stated variance. Otherwise, comparisons are kind of pointless. 83% match, 76% friends? What's our standard deviation? This is stats 101, people.

And I'm good at fixing plumbing issues. And not too shabby at electrical work as well. Who needs a plumber? Not this guy. So let me know if you've got some stuff that needs fixin. Two large roast beef sandwiches from Arby's, and I'm at your disposal.

That I look incredibly pissed off when I'm thinking. And I think a lot. So I look pissed off a lot.

Big list. Need some time.

Don't watch sports at all. Recently canceled my cable because I'd only watched about four hours of TV in the last year. Netflix has some amazing gems and I'm happy with that.

Recently discovered that Pandora is allowed at work and I'm totally stoked about that. Some of the channels I listen to: toy dolls, Buju Banton, Misfits, Owl City, Skankin' Pickles, Macklemore. So rather eclectic.

Something like ten more days until the new Arrested Development episodes come out. You think you're excited? You should see my nipples. Cut some glass with these puppies.

My son is the only thing that makes that list. Everything else could be dealt with.

Going to have to give this one some thought.

Gathering data to determine what constitutes a typical night. Parameters must be established.

I didn't own shorts for about ten years because I didn't like my knees. I'm okay now.

And I hate ketchup. With a passion. If you put it on a hotdog, we can't be friends.

You are honest and interesting.

Or you can lie with style and panache. Unless you're a malicious liar. I've had enough experience with that sort of thing.

Or if you want to go to the flea market with me. I love flea markets. And I need help decorating my house. I'm hopeless in that department.

Or if you know either why you should always have a towel handy or know who Sam Vimes is without using google.

Or just to say hi. I'll answer. And I won't be creepy. Well, any more than I usually am.

Or if you think that you're awesome enough to convince me to share my couch with you.