Are you tired of all the men you meet being fucking worthless pansies?
Are you looking for a man who can chop wood, fix things, pay his own bills, drink more than you and who takes initiative in his love life?
Are you looking for more than the typical SF metrosexual, uber-lame, skinny-jeaned douche? If I see one more ironic mustache I'm going to clothesline a hipster...everyone knows facial hair is for catching delicious crumbs, not making some sort of social statement.

Hi, I'm a 6'4" tall hilarious man who can fix things and owns a dog. I make a mean steak, love to travel and murder burritos. I've lived all over, east coast and west coast. I went to Berkeley. I strongly believe that men should make the first move, every time.
I've driven cross-country seven times and visited 44 countries.

I am that man described above. I am your density. (this is not a spelling error)

I'm an architect. That takes a lot of my time, but when I'm not doing that I'm hiking, traveling to Malaria-ridden countries, murdering burritos, contemplating owning a bear, and building pillow forts.

Architecture and design are two of maybe 5 things I take seriously. The other three are taco bell, the way people drive and long, deep, wet kisses that last three days.

Making things. Making people laugh. Building things. Moving. Noticing grammatical errors and ignoring them. Listing things that should be paragraphs. Mental calculations. Chopping wood. Driving. Debating. Baseball. Knowing what other people are thinking. Drinking. Fucking. Eating burritos. Being sarcastic. Perfectly making grilled cheeses.

Height.

Shows: Arrested Development, ALF, Adventure Time, Ren and Stimpy, Millionaire Matchmaker. Don't judge.

Music: Wu-Tang, Billy Ocean, John Coltrane, Paul Simon, Biggie, Stevie Wonder, Fugazi, The Roots, Fela Kuti, TV on the Radio, The Mars Volta, OutKast, Sean Price, New Bomb Turks, etc.
I also know more about 90s R&B than you do.

Movies: Homeward Bound II: Lost in San Francisco

Dogs
Beer
Fire
Soccer
Coffee
Internet

Dr. Steve Brule.
Biggie > Tupac.
Design theory, grilled cheeses, London, my profession, what my dog is thinking.
Why nobody cool has ever been from/lived in Walnut Creek.

I also wonder why so many girls on this site put photos up of themselves with 18 other girls. Two scenarios can unfold, ladies. 1) I spend a half hour trying to find you in the photo and notice how so many of your friends are hotter than you. 2) I mistake you for someone else. Neither scenario is promising, so stop doing it.

Drinking somebody under the table, then hittin the sack like ya mother.
Saving the world, or going somewhere, or drinking, or planning a heist.

I own my own home.
In 1999 I decided my porn name would be Vas Deferens. I'm still down for that.

I dont fuck on the first date. Unless youre just super hot. But I wont Especially if your profile shows you as Jennifer Anniston and I show up and you're actually Queen Latifah's doppelgänger. Then you projectile vomit on me because you did 12 too many Jaeger shots. Yeah that happened.

You have the balls.
...and you're not dumb as a stack of plates.