I'm pretty easy going. I'm somewhat blunt, but in my humble opinion, I'm a charmer. It's a big bad world full of twists and turns, and people move too fast, and blink too often. Most tend to miss the little things. I try not to. I'll guide you to the promised land as long as it involves football, the outdoors, music and sunshine.
I'm a renaissance man, yo.
Books: Pretty much anything
TV Shows: Seinfeld, True Detective, Breaking Bad, Hannibal, Dexter, Game of Thrones, Entourage, The Walking Dead, Late Night With Jimmy Fallon, The Daily Show, Shameless, Californication, Weeds, Pretty much anything from HBO.
Oh, and ladies. Y'all are the best.
I think we can all agree that by and large, most men are assholes. I believe I'm one of the few that isn't. I won't tell you why you should waste a leap of faith on the likes of me, mostly because self praise is a shitty profession and it looks even shittier on the Internet—but I will tell you that if you're sincere, and you meet my minimal, admittedly shallow criteria (in shape, pretty face, not a dumbass), then I'll be damned if you won't get a chance.
I have no intent on drowning myself in a sea of pointless pussy. A morning of awkwardness may be better than a night of loneliness, but relationships are awkward anyway, and at least when you're in one you're never really alone. I'm not perfect—nobody is—but ping me, or whatever you do on this site, and maybe we can set something up. If I pinged you and you just read all of this, bless you. Now go respond to my message. Fo rizzle.