Ok, get comfortable, this is a long read!
This isn't an easy process and well, maybe it shouldn't be. After all, we are here to find a friend, a companion, a lover, a significant other. That shouldn't be as simple as trying on a pair of shoes, or ordering a pizza. There are no shortcuts. I read a lot of profiles that start with the individual stating that they are independent and don't need anybody, but that still want to be with somebody. That seems a true enough statement. I'll go further and say that life seems to make more sense, have clearer purpose when it's share with someone else.
I'm a non typical Jersey lad (grew up in Waldwick NJ) who moved to Croydon PA last year. Starting a new job in a new town and a fresh start!
So here’s to hoping honesty has its own inherent charms. As of October 10th 2012 the divorced became final. It just so happens October 10th was also my wedding day all those years ago. How's that for irony?
I've have had a few divorced buddies get too comfortable too fast holding up in their man caves and turning into woman haters while playing online computer games and eating order-in junk food. That is not the way I plan to live out my life!
After a long marriage you kind of have to relearn dating skills long since stored in the attic. This is a shy and awkward time (I am really bad at breaking the ice), yes I know I wrote a lot here, but I really am shy. That likely means I'm one of those annoying guys who visits your profile dozens of times, but doesn’t work up the nerve to say hello (it sucks to be me sometimes). :)
On a side; having read a number of profiles I've noticed that women who love thunderstorms are often 5'3" or less in height. At 6'3" they scare the hell out of me. Do you think there's a direct correlation between height and fear of lightning strikes?
You should know I a few tattoos, well, maybe more than a few. I hope you're not put off by them. No, I'm not a biker, a drug user, an ex-con, or rebel without a clue. I am an otherwise normal, mild-mannered kind of guy. Yes even nice "regular" people are getting tattoos these days. You could say it's my one crazy, or edgy thing since returning to single life. Kind of a way to break out of a lifetime of shyness. I see them as forms of art and expression. That said, they do not define who I am, they are not for everybody, I won't ask you to get one if you're not into them (hell, they hurt!) and I don't think people should get them to promote hate, or just to shock their loved ones. I guess my outlook is that if I can't be the artist, I can be the canvas.
Very well, I admit it. The man of your dreams is out there. He's charming, witty, good looking and well groomed. He keeps himself in shape, smells really good and always knows how to dress. The downside is that he's gay......so what you're left with are guys like me! I am who I am and hopefully you can work with that.
I came across the video below the one night. It's strange, funny and kind of wonderful too:
“My philosophy, like color TV, is all there in black and white” -- A Monty Python quote.