Write a little about yourself. Just a paragraph will do.
Twas many years ago, around 1983, or rather exactly in 1983, when I
was expelled from the womb. At that exact moment, birds were
chirping and flowers began to bloom. This probably had more to do
on account of it being spring and not because I was introduced into
the world, but tear down a man's dream and you tear out his soul. I
don't remember much about the moment of my birth, I don't remember
much before it either, but I'm fairly certain I cried a lot.
Probably on account of my being a pussy. Lots of people saw me
naked that day, doctors, nurses, my parents. Much has changed since
I spent the formidable years of my life growing up in close
proximity to the beach, where my heart still lies unless someone
has picked it up, until my parents moved us into the country where
the public schools had "Take Your Tractor to School Day". I never
had a tractor, nor did I ever go to public school, so I never knew
what I wasn't missing out on in the first place.
At the tenderly ripe age of 22 I was lured to the bright lights of
Las Vegas with promises of jobs and $300 a month rent. I would be
rolling in dough, they said. I would have to beat the ladies off
with sticks, they said. They lied. Or, they never said things like
that at all and I'm making it all up. I assure you this isn't the
case. But it might be.
Fast forward one year later and you'll find me moving back to
Virginia. (And, please, do find me if you can move forward through
time, because you're someone I probably want to know.) Why would I
leave the city of sin, you ask? Because of a girl. Ah, love.
Clearly, that didn't work out.
I've spent the last four years studying photography in the hell
that is Nashville, TN. Actually, it's not so bad, once you get
passed the conservatism, the lack of good public transportation,
and the blatant love of the Confederacy. But it's too far from the
coastline for me.
So the next chapter of my life will see me moving to our nation's
capital at the end of June to pursue a career in photography. If
you've read all of this then kudos to you! Send me a message.
Please tell me what kudos are. I have no idea. But it's a funny
word. Kudos. Kudos. Kudos.
Well, that was a short chapter filled with lots of standing still.
Or sitting still rather. Mostly due to the horrific, unforgivable
cesspool of traffic that never seems to bloody end. I'm writing
this as if I were English, but I'm not. It's one of my greatest
regrets in life. So now we start the Nashville chapter: The Sequel.
What I’m doing with my life
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I feel like it's time for an update. So here goes. An update.
I returned to academia two years ago to procure a degree in the
photographic arts. Because that's where the money is. I feel like
I've found my calling, as cliche as that sounds. (I want to spell
cliche with that little ` on the e. But the spell check says it's
After my commencement, I shall be looking forward to the life of
the starving artist. Or finding some lonely, rich cougar who wants
nothing more to lavish a handsome, young stud such as myself with
gifts and a healthy stipend.
I’m really good at
Go on, brag a little (or a lot). We won’t judge.
Finding information. I like the detective work that goes into and
putting all of the pieces together to find out what I need to know.
The first things people usually notice about me
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On occasion I like to dress up in suits. This happens a lot in the
winter. I also like to wear my long overcoat and fedora. I often
get confused for a 1920's gangster. People at work call me old man,
Frank or Humphrey. Frank and Humphrey are my heroes so I usually
take it as a complement and don't feel the need to introduce them
the business end of my Tommy gun.
Favorite books, movies, shows, music, and food
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Favorite books: "Sailing alone Around the World" is probably my
current favorite book. It was Huck Finn when I was younger. I also
and I just discovered and Paulo Coelho, but the book I
bought got destroyed before I could finish it. I also like Jim
Butcher's Dresden Files series.
Favorite movies: Casablanca, Cinderella, The Godfather,
Ratatouille, The Usual Suspects and You've Got Mail. I've also been
watching Love Actually a lot and it's quickly becoming one of my
First and foremost, will always be Frank Sinatra and Jimmy Buffett.
I love Dave Matthews, but haven't really been able to get into his
last few albums. I'm also really into Irish folk music, like the
Clancy Brothers, Tommy Makem, Luke Kelly, The Dubliners, The
Food: Italian food was always my favorite when I was a child. There
are two great pubs/restaurants in Nashville, one Irish, the other
English, that I absolutely love.
The six things I could never do without
Think outside the box. Sometimes the little things can say a lot.
the Internet (no, seriously. I tried. I was in a coma for two days
after. The doctor said never to try it again if I value
a hot shower. A seriously hot shower wherein one may confuse the
burn marks on my skin for a day spent in sunny Miami.
I spend a lot of time thinking about
Global warming, lunch, or your next vacation… it’s all fair game.
what I'm going to shoot next. With my camera. I don't want to give
some unsuspecting country girl the impression that I enjoy nothing
more than to gallivant around with a massive firearm.
On a typical Friday night I am
Netflix and takeout, or getting your party on — how do you let loose?
working. I like how okcupid starts my sentences for me. They know
me too well. When I'm not working I'm usually at home catching up
on netflix or I'm at Barnes and Noble pretending I can read. I have
a dream that one day I will finish "Hop on Pop".
The most private thing I’m willing to admit
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I might think Mary Poppins is kind of hot.
I also don't really like the taste of alcohol. It actually gets
worse every year.
You should message me if
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