After consulting with some male friends, I have been advised to lead off with the fact that I make a mean bacon-wrapped, mac and cheese-stuffed meatloaf. From scratch. You read that correctly. Meatloaf. Stuffed with homemade mac and cheese. Wrapped in bacon. Take a number, boys.

Moving on! I practice intellectual property law at a firm in downtown Boston, and it keeps me fairly busy during the week, so I try to keep my shenanigans confined to the weekends. When I'm out, you can usually find me at a laid back spot in the North End, Cambridge or Somerville, but I can gussy up with the best of them and hit a black-tie charity dinner on short notice (and often do, thanks to my job). I'm a closet nerd who gets excited whenever there's a Walking Dead marathon on, and I have a deep appreciation for scotch, bourbon, wine and good food (particularly if there's bacon involved).

Basically I'm looking for someone easy-going, who's just as comfortable seeing a punk show in Central Square or having a nice dinner out with friends in the North End. Ideally you'd be down for a last-minute camping trip in Maine (don't worry, I've got all the requisite gear) or taking off to New York or DC for the weekend. Oh, and you get major bonus points if you have a dog!

I used to be a classical musician, but made the switch to law a few years ago. Right now I'm working hard and making the most of any down time I can squeeze in - this hopefully involves the aforementioned scotch/bourbon/wine in a new climate. Even though I'm at a big firm, I still make time to travel whenever possible, and try to dedicate a few nights a week to hanging out with friends over some wine and good food.

I'm fairly good at a bunch of things - my parents taught me to be self-sufficient, so I can change a flat and do home repairs with the best of them. I'm a phenomenal vacation and party planner, and you definitely want me on your team at trivia night, too, especially for movies and pop culture - my nickname is "IMDB" for good reason. When inspired, I'm a pretty good cook, and I'll definitely school you in a karaoke sing-off.

What am I bad at? Tanning.

The red hair, I think. You'll have to let me know.

I've got a long list of "likes" and they're not limited to these categories. Off the top of my head - live music, Top Gear, Foxy Shazam, CrossFit, The Sounds, bourbon, True Blood, skiing/snowboarding, the Burren, road trips, Maine, The Darkness, boats, UFC fight nights, Sox/Celtics/Bruins, the ocean, Sneaker Pimps, Alkaline Trio, Massive Attack, Homeland, sushi, Brandi Carlile, Game of Thrones, dive bars, Breaking Bad, Garth Brooks, pretty much anything by John Carpenter, boys in glasses, Mumford & Sons, The West Wing, Sigur Ros, John Wayne movies, proper grammar, Bonnie Raitt, skiing, Napa wine tours, tattoos, Volver, Big Trouble in Little China, Eddie Izzard, stout, Rise Against, Birdy, trivia nights, the blues (but no jazz for me, thank you), Leon, the Dark Tower series (when are they going to get those movies off the ground???), Johnny Cash, North End Yoga, Gettysburg (the movie and the place), dancing, Bukowskis, The Voice (although I hate American Idol and most reality shows), beer festivals and wine bars, The Walking Dead, trips to Nashville and Colorado, sweater season, Chacarero, Dexter, lazy weekend mornings, travel, cold beers on the water in summer.

I just started watching Battlestar Galactica, and am totally hooked. Lucky for me, Netflix Streaming has the entire series, so I'm whittling away a few episodes a week.
UPDATE: Finally finished, but I'm not sure how I feel about how they wrapped things up! I kind of die for Fat Apollo, though.

iPod
Yoga
Sushi
WODs
Pets
Nature

The zombie apocalypse, and why some of you guys feel the need to post shirtless pictures taken in the bathroom or in your grandmother's living room.

How long I'm going to be able to stand working for the man before I throw it all away and start a doggy daycare.

At CrossFit. If I can still stand afterwards, I may end up grabbing drinks and/or dinner with friends, probably in the North End, South End, Cambridge or Somerville.

I have a paralyzing fear of clowns and the dark. Seriously.

When I'm proofing the latest boring legal document I've drafted, I read it out loud to myself in a British accent. I have absolutely no idea why. My boss has chosen to find it charming.

I am physically unable to tear myself away from two arguably awful movies whenever I catch them on TV - Tango and Cash, and Turner and Hooch. I must have seen each one about 50 times. I guess I'm just a sucker for buddy cop comedy/action movies that came out in 1989.

You're Nigerian nobility offering me a fantastic investment opportunity.
Oh, and you should be cool with the fact that even if we do work out, I will be forced to leave you if Jon Stewart shows up on my doorstep with flowers.
You should definitely NOT message me if you're a homophobe, a bigot, or if your profile references you being saved by Jesus. Not that I'm not a fan of the J-man or his compadres, but too much emphasis on organized religion scares me a bit.