Moved to Atlanta a few months ago.
If you are wondering why the change from Cali, I moved out to Chattanooga for a relationship and a change of scenery. After the relationship, I decided to move to Atlanta and pursue career options.
I've lived in Sacramento. In San Diego, and recently in Chattanooga.
Never been married. No kids. No crazy-ex girlfriends.
Had a great childhood. Parents still married. 38 years......that's so freaking awesome, isn't it? So rare these days. I love seeing them, when I get the chance. My parents are so bad-ass. And so is my little brother. He's bad-ass too. Hell, the whole family is bad-ass. I come from a family of bad-asses.
In high school, I strived to be popular. Yeah, its true. I did whatever it took. Well, almost whatever it took. I never stabbed anyone. But looking back, I think I might have. High school means so much to a teenager.
College was fun, and I made some great friends. Then career time. Been working at it ever since.
I've been going to restaurants, driving around and checking out all the differing neighborhoods of Atlanta.
I've gone to some cool music events, been to Athens to watch the Dawgs play, been to a couple of festivals, volunteered at a nearby senior citizen's home. And also enjoyed the hell out of the pool at my complex!
Oh, and I recently joined a website called OkCupid to expand on my options to maybe meet someone of quality.
Offering sound advice. Being a roommate. Listening.
Being quiet when others are talking. Being a boyfriend.
Remembering details about one's life. Improvisation.
Noticing when you've changed your hair.
And keeping my bathroom extremely clean.
Movies: The Hustler. The Godfather I & II, The King of Comedy,
Nacho Libre, The Next Three Days, The 40 Year Old Virgin, The Three Amigos, Vacation, Weird Science
Shows: The Little Shop of Horrors. The Producers.
Music: Tool. Deftones. Outkast. Del the Funkyhomosapien, (dude, too many to list)
Progressive House and Euro House
Eggs for breakfast in the morning
A woman's touch
What it will feel like right before my wedding. Who will be there?
Will I be as happy as I can imagine? Do I have what it takes to be the best husband I can be? Will we fight more than I can handle?
Where will we live? Will I ever fail at making her happy every single day of her life?
Or playing pool, maybe at home with a good movie, or episodes of Homeland.
Hell, sometimes even at the gym.
The other day around Halloween, I was reminded of the time when I was a little boy, and my mother went out of her way to build me a costume out of tin foil and cardboard boxes. I was the Tinman from The Wizard of Oz. My mom always did the most she could to make any event special. And this memory got me a little choked up. Then I thought about how I might like to do that for someone one day. A little person to make memories with.
You are financially sound.
You have a good sense of humor.