I play guitar and sing. It is a particular challenge to read people and pick covers that get them rocking out like they're alone in the bathroom.
I am back after a hiatus in Austin. It did confirm that the Bay Area is a better fit for me, though I have become a card-carrying libertarian (yes, we have a two-party duopoly; yes, I think gay married couples should be able to defend their weed and adopted kids with guns if they so choose, though I don't own/want/need firearms). Just sayin' I am secure enough for everybody to have their freedom.
I am Old School, like if Sinatra were raised by a First Generation Feminist. So, love yourself, and I will, but ladies - we're different.
I don't wear beanies and ride a bike or have a beard; I am not one of those guys who has no backbone or identity or who is in the 'politically correct' line in life (or the other vitality-lacking male option: the Sensitive New Age Guy or SNAG). If you liken a stand-up guy to a sexist, alas, I am not your cowboy.
That was some of my dry humor. Come on - you know that soft dude crap gets old. Well, it gets old for us guys, too.
I have my own style, but I am not stylish. I don't automatically love everything you do. I want to pay for stuff and make money and let the woman I am with *know* she is special.
Note: all men want to do this. Some just actually do it. I don't judge you if you are exhausted at swapping gender hats and might want to be a stay-at-home wife/mom. Duh.
I am just an Old Fashioned *guy*. If it seems weird that I have to explain that, imagine my dating experiences. If we go out, I will share some stories.
Old School strong. So, I don't lie. I don't cheat. I don't exploit. I am here to protect the least of us, because that is me. And you, too.
I know myself. Good times or bad, I will always *be* myself. I don't give in to social pressure for convenience. I believe strength makes for peace.
I like taking care of people.
I believe in cherishing a woman, and being honored (not necessarily obeyed - that's a little dated and sexist).
I am pretty intense, very intelligent. Artistic. Not the most well-read guy on earth, but I can hold my own; very articulate but not nervously talkative. I am a ringer at trivia.
I am down to have drinks with anybody who likes what I wrote here. I didn't tailor or edit it. There's an truth in that, no?
My failings: I come off as cocky to some. I'm not. I just see a lot, and I'm honest with myself. You have to know yourself and be sort of badass to get me.At the end of the day, I love everybody (yes, everybody - even that douchebag at the bar), and I am here to remind people of their own greatness, somehow
Surprises: I draw. I can cook, and I am actually a sensitive and empathetic person.
These are strange times, where everyone is apologizing for themselves, and clipping their own wings. Calling a spade a spade is 'judging', and people are hiding, in quiet desperation.