Supposedly, you find something when you're least looking for it. Well, I suppose, then, this is self-defeating.
I grew up in rural western Pennsylvania, about 40 miles north of Pittsburgh, an area where the land is rich with cows, corn, and Christianity. I've never raised cattle or grown corn, nor have I ever identified as Christian. I eat beef. I'm not against carbs. And I believe there is a fine line between religion and insanity. My hometown has dubbed itself "A great place to live."
Like many, after high school, I left. I attended and graduated from college in Washington, D.C., and promptly moved to New York City, which, I've decided after thirteen years here, is truly a great place to live.
What I’m doing with my life
I manage one of the highest profile restaurants in the city. My work environment is high stress, and, at times, overwhelming. The hours are long. The work week, unconventional. Some days, I feel like a glorified bus boy. Other days, I feel like a professional fire fighter. Most days, I feel like I'm on top of the world.
I’m really good at
saying the wrong thing at exactly the right time...and using
The first things people usually notice about me
In order...my eyes, my nose, my hands, my feet, my crotch.
The six things I could never do without
Food. Water. Shelter. Great friends. Laughter. Integrity.
On a typical Friday night I am
At work. Cracking whips. Entertaining the masses.
You should message me if
you dare...bonus points if you are 5' 10" to 6'2", have light brown to blonde hair, you have an upper lip and a nice tooth to gum ratio, you don't keep facial hair (especially that beard that everyone and their mother is wearing these days), you don't own aviator sunglasses, and you can wear a ball cap backwards without looking like a douche bag. Or, if you are, or at least strongly resemble Sidney Crosby, who notably doesn't fit all of those requirements.