On with the show. I am a native of Los Angeles. I once almost drowned while trying to surf at about eight. Then I almost got pulled out in a riptide, damn near to the Hawaiian Islands..but I survived. I was an adventurous child. Still am, as a man. I once got on a wave runner, on vacation...in the waters of Jamaica, a little bit under the influence of the local plant life..with my then girlfriend on the back, and hit the gas, and headed for the horizon. We were so far out that the hotels looked like tiny monopoly pieces. Yep, Sharks..etc...we could have been lunch. Again...I made it back to shore. I say that to say that I like to live life fully. I cannot do boredom. I am an all-out type of guy. Speaking of which, I followed my dreams..all out...and finally reached them. I am a singer, in a band, and we got signed after a millennia of effort, about a year and a half ago. Grammy's....TMZ..etc....are in my future. I need a red-carpet partner who's booty I can palm when the lights flash...and no, I am not lying. The 'ish I speak is real. So yeah...go hard..or get out of my way. I need a woman who will keep the bail money I gave her, in her purse in case we get into a bind in a third world country....and we can bribe the locals with mucho dinero. I need a woman who will hike up her dress, kick off her Manolo Blahniks ....and race me back to the hotel, after a night of dancing under the stars of Bora Bora....which I have seen, along with other places like Tanzania, New Zealand, Brazil, Belize, St. Thomas..Croix...Australia...Tokyo...yes...I travel. I grew up doing it. When I was 12, we went to the Bahamas, and I made out with a local 15 year old, and got drunk from sneaking sips of the adults drinks. I ended up in GA, because...long story short...my parents moved here my last year in college. My dad ditched my mom. Mom had no current job skills. Sons came to save the day...now here I am sweating in the 900 percent humidity, sneezing up pollen. I learned the devastating effects of a man not keeping his word to a woman. I keep my word...do or die. Period...and no, I don't live with mom, nor do I have a roommate, which I heard grown men are doing these days. Odd. I digress. I seek a woman who wants to engage in some mutual worship, of each other's mind, body, and soul. I am a rock-star, non-sleeping, laughing all day, loving all night, Human Disneyland of a dude, and I am looking for the Minnie to my Micky. I have a wonderful life, that I want to share. I want to be that someone who listens while you complain about your crazy co-worker...while I sit, and nod...occasionally chiming in with a well-timed "that B**** is crazy"! All I ask is that you feed me. You do not have to even cook it (I am getting a chef when I get hitched)..just make sure it is in the house...and I will always make sure you have things like electricity and a clean car (full of gas), because for some reason....women are against visiting a car wash..ever. You just wait until it rains. Go outside and look at your car, right now.
See ...you need me. Teamwork makes the dream work. Now come hold this bail money. We have things to do!
Music: This new band you have yet to hear of; Miles Davis, Stevie, Marvin, John Coltrane, Old soul, Thievery Corp, Zero 7, Ray Charles and LaMontagne.. Mint Condition. JM3, Bonobo.
Movies:Love Jones. What Dreams May Come.The Incredible Burt Wonderstone. That shit is FUNNY!