I have a sense of humor. It strays to the odd side...and stays there. I go after things that I want. I get them. If you drink enough while talking to me, you will realize that I am brilliant. If I drink enough while talking to you, I will explain at considerable length that I am brilliant. It all works out.
I will not tie you down...unless you enjoy that sort of thing. Bring your favorite rope. I tend to take control of situations. It can't be helped.
I love the outdoors. In fact, that is often where I park my car.
I love to camp, but you must understand that I am a free spirit. You must be open-minded. Your idea of camping may be delightfully at odds with mine. I, for example, like to camp in a four-star hotel. If I want to rough it, I may go so far as to do without a refrigerator in the room, since I can always fill the bathtub with ice, and put my beer in there. Let's go camping!
I have decided to win the lottery. I don't know why this didn't occur to me sooner.
We can start with email or chat, and see if we hit it off, or we can meet in person for drinks or coffee. Are you buying?
I am looking for fun, friendship, and flirtation with an attractive woman who knows what she wants...or doesn't, providing I can use her confusion to manipulate her into buying me dinner.
It seems that a requirement for many women is to walk on the beach at sunset. I will walk on the beach with you, if you convince me that there is a bar at the other end of it. This trick has worked more than once.
I don't get the whole thing about taking pictures of oneself flashing gang signs. Is that still cool? I think even the "gangstas" consider it passe at this point.
I am wearing a shirt...um, OK, a couple of different shirts...in each of my pictures. I feel very badly for all of the guys on here whom the girls complain can't afford enough shirts for their pictures. Come on ladies, don't just complain. Be part of the solution. Buy me a new shirt.
I am Musical, Creative, and Caffeinated.
Listening. I'm sorry, what was that?
Procrastinating - but sometimes I get a late start.
My sarcastic sense of humor.
That I'm standing on their foot. This only happens now and then but they notice.
You tell me. Just don't expect too much of a reaction. I'm intentionally dense to other people's opinions of me.
Authors: Heinlein (Read all his titles. Read the stuff after the titles, too.), Asimov, Tolstoy, Hesse, Solzhenitsyn, Mann, Wells, Doyle, Dostoyevsky, Rice, Poe, Hawthorne, Bierce, Poul Anderson, Alan Steele, Nelson DeMille, Wilbur Smith, Haggard, Clive Barker, Homer, Koontz, Joyce, Lovecraft, Zane Grey, Washington Irving, Dante, Milton, Blake, Tolkien, Steven Brust, William Gibson, Joseph Conrad, Mark Twain, Shakspaire, David Weber, Douglas Adams, Andre Norton, Krishnamurti, Sun Tzu, Miyamato Musashi, Lao Tzu, Melville, many more I will add later. Um...I read a lot.
Movies: Action, Vampires, Lasers, Horror. If you can name scary Action movies with Laser-wielding vampires, I will probably really like them. I loathe romantic comedies. Just don't even go there. You may note, if you are actually still reading this, that my taste in movies is extremely shallow, and at odds with my taste in literature. That's because movies, by and large, suck. You can't get inside someone's head, or reveal relevant history, in 120 minutes. If I want to learn something or be engagingly entertained, I read...with the stereo blaring. It's my own soundtrack. Tolstoy goes really well with Yes. This does not mean I won't go to a movie with you, it just means I won't go see "Hope Floats" with you. Think Bond. James Bond.
Music: Led Zeppelin, Jimi Hendrix, The Rolling Stones, UFO, Tool, Van Morrison, Aerosmith (not the new squeaky clean version), Ten Years After, Tori Amos (Just kidding. Threw that in to see if you are paying attention. Every woman on here loves Tori Amos. I thought that was a Mexican restaurant), Alice in Chains, Corrosion of Conformity, George Benson, Miles Davis, Wes Montgomery, Charlie Christian, Billie Holiday, Collective Soul, SRV, Dave Matthews, John Mayer, Tom Petty, Bob Dylan, The Grateful Dead, Phish, Rush, Van Halen, The Wannabeens, The Sex Pistols, The Ramones, The Dictators, GnR, Slash Snakepit, STP, Sound Garden, Audioslave, 3 Doors Down, Taj Mahal, Little Feat, Yes, Frank Zappa, Lionel Hampton, Joe Pass, The Blues Brothers, Elvis (Go on. Take your shot.), Sam & Dave, Weather Report, Joni Mitchell (Life-long crush. Shut up.), Santana, John Mayall, The Modern Jazz Quartet, Janis Joplin, Black Sabbath, Lynard Skynard (No. I will not play Freebird or Sweet Home Alabama if you request either of them. Keep your money.), Ozzy, Mountain, Eric Clapton, Rickie Lee Jones, Traffic, Quicksilver Messenger Service, Dokken, Pat Metheney, Judas Priest, Dream Theater, Iron Maiden, Big Head Todd & the Monsters, Macy Gray, Stevie Wonder, Thin Lizzy, Robert Cray, BB King, Albert King, Albert Collins, Johnny Winter, P Funk, Sly & the Family Stone, and Miles Freaking Davis, just because he needs to be in here at least twice... I have over 2000 albums and a few hundred CDs. I'll come back to this...again and again.
...and now, the new stuff: Arctic Monkeys, Muse, MGMT, Shiny Toy Guns, Sleeper Agent, The White Stripes, The Black Keys, Cage the Elephant, Bad Suns, Silver Sun Pickups, The Alabama Shakes, Foster the People (or don't foster them. I don't care), Imagine Dragons, Daft Punk, Versant, whatever I heard in the car today on the way home, American Authors, The Strokes, Arcade Fire, Awolnation, Band of Horses, Young the Giant, Band of Skulls, The Joy Formidable, Naked and Famous, The Vines, The Hives, Veruca Salt, Tegan and Sarah (go on, take your shot), 311, Sublime, RHCP, Kongos, Gorillaz. More later...like after I turn on the radio again.
Food: Is it spicy enough to dissolve asphalt? I'll eat it. Love spicy food; Mexican, Thai, Indian, whatever. I like seafood, too, except I have a weird thing against shrimp. Don't go there.
My rounded, heavy gauge, purple guitar picks. I only have two left and I can't find new ones anywhere.
Despite the clear instructions, I have included more than six "things." This is the sort of wild, lawless abandonment with which I live my life.
Imaginary guitar solos I would like to play.
Software. I do a lot of software architecture, and design, and I love that kind of challenge.
If there are eleven odds and ends on a table, and you remove ten of them, what is left - an odd or an end?
Scattered, smothered, covered, topped, and peppered.
Playing an underpaid gig in a small, dingy, smoky, sleazy club somewhere in the Atlanta area. My goal is to work my way up to the underpaid gigs in the BIG, dingy, smoky, sleazy clubs.
OK, that was a cop-out. Here's a goofy one. I like to play Quickmatch here when I'm bored. I never give anyone less than 4-5 stars. If I don't think you have a 4-5 star profile, I just hit "Skip." You are someone's 4-5 star. I'll leave it to them to rate you. Is that cheesy? K. Blow it out your bunghole.
You are a somewhat attractive, somewhat confident woman with a large supply of alcohol.
You have one million dollars in small, unmarked bills, and nowhere to keep it.
You know where to find rounded, heavy gauge, purple guitar picks.
You are Mick Jagger, and Keith is too sick to do the next tour.