Greetings and salutations, one and all, and welcome to my profile!
A few words about myself seems apposite, so let's get underway, shall we?
This male of the species, new to town, and endowed with passable charm and near-human intelligence, seeks a woman, also of near-human intelligence, for outings, sojourns, capers and the like. I have many hobbies, among them playing guitar, reading, and extraterrestrial taxidermy, but my favourite thing to do is either share a pitcher of beer or inhale herbal smoke with an interesting person and debate useless existential and social issues all night long. No God fans, please, and no raving moralists. I know, I know, form an orderly line, ladies.
Now this is very important. I am looking for someone who reads for fun. Not Harry Potter. Not Dr. Phil. Literature. Someone who likes music, and not generic Molson stuff like Nickelback but something a little challenging. Someone who reads The Globe and not The Sun, since conservatism is another word for solipsism. I also like people who can spell, who cringe at such abuses of the language as "I should of gone fishing," and who don't mind a good debate. Fans of cats, Shakespeare, Trailer Park Boys, Wu Tang Clan, and Family Guy welcome.
But most of all, I am looking for someone who does not subscribe to the ludicrous online notion of "headgames". What ON EARTH are headgames? If you mean, simply, dishonesty regarding motive or intent, then you must understand this: dating is BY NATURE a headgame, until such time as you agree to have a dedicated relationship. If we were completely forthcoming about our motives, impressions, and beliefs -- an impossible myth of complete interpersonal transparency -- then we would all be perpetually warring with our friends and lovers. The whole point of "society" as an organizing strategy is that you keep some stuff to yourself, whether consciously or unconsciously. All we can hope is that the person we're hanging out with doesn't have too many such skeletons in their closet. A certain degree of dishonesy, to oneself and others, is the inevitable price of civilization. All we can really do is be as considerate as we can to others and minimize the damage. Like everything else in this capitalist culture, dating is both inherently perilous and increasingly amoral. Get over it.
I am tall, slim, and attractive, but, since I'm only really here to meet cool people to hang out with in this odd little town, I see no reason to prove it. If you require photographic evidence that I'm cute just to hang out and shoot the sh*t then I think you're playing headga-- ... ha ha, almost caught me!