My name is Alex. I go to law and business school at Tulane in New Orleans.

I'd imagine that since this is a dating site, there are a number of guys who claim on their profiles that they enjoy long walks on the beach and that sort of thing. I do not enjoy long walks on the beach. I dislike sand and tend to get lost if I ever go for a walk on the beach at night. That said, I do like the way the moon looks over the ocean. I'm more of a sit on the porch and talk for five hours straight kind of guy.

To summarize my personality, I am ambitious, affectionate, and abrasive. I also like the letter "A."

There is a tendency among civilized human beings to coat what they mean in tactful language. While I am no stranger to the use of flowery language, when it comes to personal relationships, I am very direct and will admit to things most people would hide, obfuscate, or outright lie about. If you believe ignorance is bliss, you will not much care for me. Let me rephrase: if you believe ignorance is bliss and that is the sort of bliss you would like to have, you will not much care for me.

I studied international affairs at Georgetown University in Washington, D.C. I am currently studying law (JD) and business (MBA) at Tulane University in New Orleans. Note that I moved to D.C. in August of 2002 (11 months after 9-11) and New Orleans in August of 2006 (11.5 months after Hurricane Katrina). I apparently like to follow disasters around. One of these days, I'll just move to Indonesia where I can be close to disaster all the time.

I don't know what I want to do with my life yet, but I plan for it to be noteworthy and live up to my life's mission to live as long and as well as possible and to help others do the same.

Update: due to the fact that I am apparently an incredibly persuasive speaker, I will probably go into litigation. That is the practice of law in a courtroom (usually; you can also be a litigant in administrative hearings and the like, but I don't want to bore my readers).

A few things. I'm good at writing and public speaking. Maintaining eye contact in the face of noteworthy cleavage. On a date I find that if I'm in a good mood I can always make a woman laugh and smile a lot, which I think is a good skill to have, even if I usually have no idea what the heck you women-folks are chuckling and grinning about.* I play the piano and guitar too, but I'm not REALLY good at those these days because I haven't touched either of them in about a year.

*For example, I coach a moot court team. The other day (Tuesday, October 27), I was mooting and critiquing a girl on the team. Typically this girl has a problem when giving a speech in that her neck seems to tense up. However, on Tuesday, her neck looked rather relaxed. But I did notice that there were red splotches on it. I asked her about it to figure out if it was nerves or if she, like my co-coach, had the problem pale women tend to have where if they touch their necks they turn red. She said that the latter did tend to happen. So, I told her, "Alright. You just need to make sure that you never touch yourself before giving an oral argument." All three of the girls (two team members and my co-coach) burst into raucous giggles. I have no idea why.

...I don't know. I guess I'll start by saying the first thing I notice about myself every day. Let's see...wake up...stumble to the bathroom...look in the mirror...HOLY SHIT! THERE'S A RACCOON LIVING ON MY HEAD! GET IT OFF GET IT OFF...oh, it's just my hair. I have crazy hair in the morning most days because I have longish wavy hair.

Only two people ever took it upon themselves to tell me what they noticed about me first. One told me it was my smile, which, according to her, is unique and interesting. The other person said I had an infectious and adorable giggle. That's right. Not laugh. Giggle. I still hate the woman who told me that. Manly men do not giggle. Argh!

Book: I Claudius, if I had to pick just one. Movie: Pulp Fiction, if I had to pick just one. Music: Oh, I don't know...I like Johnny Cash, Led Zeplin, the Buena Vista Social Club, Willie Nelson, GNR, NIN, Skynyrd, Red Hot Chili Peppers. I guess classic rock, a little bit of country, and some modern rock. Food: Eastern Mediterranean (Lebanese), Mexican and Italian.

My favorite TV show is South Park.

An alarm clock*, work of some sort, recreation time, movies, music, and...I dunno.

*Earlier this week, I spilled a glass of milk on the alarm clock I've been using for at least the last 12-13 years. It did not work after that for the rest of the day. However, the next day, I set it and left the rest to the almighty. The alarm clock worked! My alarm clock is a freakin trooper if ever there was one.

How everything's probably gonna come crashing down about my ears any day now.

How it sure would be nice if I planned for, you know, anything.

How badass it is that I don't do much by way of planning, yet nothing's crashing down about my ears and everything always seems to work out with or without me planning for it.

I've been known to partake of the alcohol, especially on Fridays, but no Friday is quite typical. I used to go to concerts back when I lived in D.C. Generally, I go out for a little while around 10 or 11.

I lost my virginity in a corn field to a farmer's daughter...during a thunderstorm...we were interrupted by her pet dog which thought that the sound of ass smacking was someone calling him...fucker. Just so there's no confusion, we made the dog leave immediately. No bestial menage-au-trois pour mois.

Oh, and I didn't know how to spell penis correctly until I was 17. I got in an argument with the girl I was dating at the time. I claimed it was spelled penus. The argument culminated in me saying, "baby, there's no 'I' in penis. It's about you and me, us--pen-us."

Feel free to message me. The only risk you're taking is that if I'm in a really good mood when I read your message that I will write you an obscenely long email. I am not manic, but very loquacious.