I'm having a good time with my life right now. I have a lot of satisfaction from my work despite the stress and long hours, I enjoy my weekends out for karaoke or trivia or general revelry, and I love getting to play with my band. My friends sometimes comment that I was born a few decades too late. It mostly has to do with my tastes in music, movies, clothes, cars, and more often than I'd like to admit my vocabulary and vernacular can sound a bit... Alan Ginsberg, maybe? Maybe Jack Kerouac? It's a beat thing, man.
Let's see... I've got a puppy! His name is Rigby, named after a Beatles song, he's a golden retriever. He's a little terror about a quarter of the time but he's my best buddy. I love coming home after a rough day at work and seeing that he doesn't care what kind of a mood I'm in, he's just going to act like a goofball until I smile and play with him.
I guess if you want to know the meatier stuff, just ask. I've been focusing on myself for a while, being successful at what I'm doing instead of spreading myself too thin. Now I'm at a good place in my life and looking to meet somebody to share that with.
I've got a penchant for pretentious art house bullshit. If I'm capable of discerning whether it's insightful and original or if it's just meaningless weird-for-the-sake-of-weird crap, then I can feel comfortable thumbing my nose at things. I can be a really pretentious dick sometimes. I try to keep that side of myself inside because I know it's really, really obnoxious. This won't stop me from loving some low-rent, schlocky, corny, crap though.
I'm in a really hardcore blues phase right now that's been going on for about a year. Lots of Buddy Guy, Cream, Stevie Ray Vaughn, etc. Outside of that, it's Beatles, Stones, Zep, etc. I also have a huge soft spot for Prince and the 90's music I grew up with.
I will eat anything and everything. I'm a very food-driven person and love trying new foods. I'll try anything once, and I'm a bit of a trash compactor so I'll probably enjoy it. I just really love food.
Cute things melt me, and my definition of "cute" is very, very wide, known to include most reptiles, some insects. Basically anything with a face I will consider cute. That ends at fish though. They're aliens from another planet and they're here on earth to fucking murder us.
Any and all dogs, regardless of age or size, are puppies to me. Similarly, all cats are kitties. I'm a giant softy.
Also, I get the feeling that the type of woman I'm most interested in meeting might look at my picture, scan through my profile, and think "ugh, military guy." It's not how I or I think anybody else that knows me would start in their description of me, maybe mentioning it as an incidental. My relationship with what I do is complicated, but please don't let it color your impression of me.