I have an education, a career, my own place, a car, and all my teeth and appendages. Personality is INTP for what that's worth.
I am 6'1, so I generally have a height cap of who I am willing to date that I set at 5'10. This is only because as a male, I have a primal need to feel like a provider/protector and when a woman wears heels it does make me a bit self-conscious if she is taller than I am. Along the same token, I'm a pretty strong guy, so it is important to me to be able to pick up a woman and carry her without risking injury. Read that as you may.
Live in the Loop and it is quite nice, albeit annoying at times during touristy seasons. It feels more like living in a hotel than anything else. In the future I want to move to a place that has more of a neighborhood feel, like Lakeview, Lincoln Park, or Logan Square. I work in West Englewood, so I do get to see both ends of Chicago's socioeconomic spectrums every single day and it's quite depressing.
I have all my teeth (sans wisdom teeth - turns out they weren't so wise after all) and am perfectly capable of forming a complete sentence, qualities I hear are rare amongst men in dating sites. I do know the difference between "where/were/we're/wear," "here/hear," "your/you're/yore," etc:
The word "there" can appear as a pronoun, as in “over there".
"Their" is a possessive pronoun. In a phrase like “Susan and Bill's car,” it could be used to to make a new phrase: “their car.”
”They're” is a contraction of “they are.”
“They are” should always be able to replace “they're.”
I understand the need to shorten words to fit a text message, but save that for twitter or texting.
Coming Soon: Pictures of me showcasing both my awesome bare chest and self-portrait skills by taking a shirtless selfie in front of a mirror. Also, a picture of me kneeling in front of my car, probably flashing a pseudo gang sign, such as a sideway peace. Let's not forget a picture of me with a huge gun to subconsciously broadcast crippling insecurity issues.
I'm a tasteful (or tasty) guy - I only drink from the finest boxes of wine, such as a vintage 2012 white zinf from the outskirts of the San Fernando valley that currently occupies my fridge.
I think that's enough for now. I will come back and edit this down later. Feel free to say hi if you made it this far and have not been scared off :)