I eat out constantly and can whip up a mean dinner. No food snobbery here, though: I tear in to grilled cheese and sweetbreads with equal abandon.
Moderation isn't my strong suit. My opinions are plenty, whether it be on politics (my heart bleeds) or emoticons (grown people should use them sparingly.) I grew up in a blue collar family; Dad was a bartender. As a result, I know a lot of men named Spider. I have a bit of a mouth and can give as good as I get.
The "personal life" section on Wikipedia is my most dirtiest of loves. I hate to laugh. Per DC law, I enjoy a good, boozy brunch. If you can't hug me with commitment, don't hug me at all. Do not even get me started on weak handshakes.
I still know how to let loose and my doctor would probably be very pleased if I cut back a bit on the drinking. That said, I somehow managed to mature in this city full of arrested development. If you think messing with service staff or making a complete drunken spectacle of yourself is a fun Saturday night, we likely won't mesh.
Finally, I am sure your penis is lovely, but I don't want a picture of it.