PoF is a lot like Hotel California...we check each other out anytime we like, but few seem to ever leave...
Just like I'm doing to my house, this profile needed a renovation. UPDATE: Sold my house. This summer, I'm working on a relative's house.
I'm not a professional tradesman but I'm using skills, solving puzzles and doing more physical labour than I have in years and I find that I'm enjoying going to bed dog tired but with a growing feeling of accomplishment. The change of pace has been good for me in that I've lost (or misplaced) three belt sizes in the last few months. (According to national charts I now qualify for "Average" for my age, but its still more of a small, firm keg than a six-pack.)
As already indicated by some of the fill-in-the-blank answers, I'm single, never married, no kids, no criminal record, not secretly gay, and currently making a tremendous mess of the house that the bank and I own together. I'm sort of a subdued extrovert. I no longer need to be the center of attention in a crowd, but the crowd would usually know I was there. I'm one of the most optimistic cynics you'll ever meet, as I'm driven to find humor in strange places.
Although I'm currently pet-less, I truly enjoy the company of friendly cats and dogs. I may sniffle a bit when first introduced to one, but I build up an immunity to their dander pretty quick. I don't mind a woman who gets her own dander up a little, now and then too, as long as it results in no personal injury or loss of property.
I don't like the limited "Intent" choices offered when writing my profile. I'm torn between picking "casual" and "dating" and "seeking a relationship." Reading all your profiles, I have to clarify that I'm not setting out to serial date a large number of people, nor multitask multiple online conversations for weeks on end. I'm not aiming for "friends with benefits" (mind you, that term ~used~ to be less offensive, when the stress was on the "friend" rather than the "benefits" 20 years ago....We called them girlfriends and boyfriends back then.) Throughout my life, all my longer romances grew organically over time, out of friendships. Although I like "benefits" at least as much as the next guy, I prefer them on an relatively-exclusive basis and I'm trying to focus my search on finding a woman whose company I enjoy fully-clothed as well...who can engage my brain, laugh-to-the point of snorting, banter without getting angry and look adorable while drooling on her pillow....unless they're awake and drooling...that's not a pretty thing.
I'm merely being honest when I say I don't currently have time to devote to a need-to-call-you-every-hour kind of relationship. I expect to have another busy summer. (You probably have a busy life too.) But I would like some regular ongoing time in the presence of a single "someone" who can tolerate my sense of humor and the faint scent of drywall dust that will probably cling to me occassionally. (The dust and hopefully, the girl.)
Since I rarely drink, I've never been one to seek out companionship at a bar. You're welcome to your wine or brew (afterall, the more you drink, the cuter I should appear) but I'll probably stick with my diet Dr. Pepper. ( I generally only drink at weddings to "get my dancing legs on.") My only real substance abuse is that I smoke cigarettes. Out of consideration, I'll rarely initiate a conversation here with a non-smoker (as that's usually a recipe for unreplied mail) but if I'm moved by your profile, I may add you to the infamous "favourites" list. If you're a smoking-tolerant non-smoker, you'll have to drop me the first "hello".
I'm not a big fan of sports. I'd much rather watch a movie, go to yard sales, help cook a meal, go for a drive...if you have a bbq, I'll bring meat. (Man like fire....grunt.) If you're interested, you're welcome to come along on one of my regular trips to a Home Depot, Rona or Lowes as I try to figure out what to do with my place. I can even tolerate a trip to Ikea once in a while, but you're buying the meatballs.
But let's talk about you a bit....
You're in Toronto, or at least the immediate surrounding GTA. It's hard to suggest a spontaneous coffee, if it takes a tank of gas to get to you. While I appreciate all the distant flirts and fav postings from you distant ladies, (you know who you are) I'm concentrating my PoF time on shopping local. I don't mind conversation with anyone but please understand my priorities.
I think its a bit tacky to place too much emphasis on superficial preferences, but we all have them. I mean every guy wants that girl who turned him down in high school. (And its been a week of hell since then, let me tell you.) While I've been known to respond to the occassional pic-less profile, its really hard to write something engaging and original to a faceless avatar, especially if your Interests consist of "we'll talk about it later". (Unless you're in the witness protection program, I would like to see who I'm talking to within a few message exchanges.)
You're intelligent and witty. You must be...you're still reading this.
You're probably within a few years of my age and hopefully you look and act a lot more feminine than I do. (Less facial hair is a must.) Shorter women find me useful for reaching things on the higher shelves but it wouldn't bother me if you're taller than me in your heels. You have a smile ready to erupt on a moment's notice. In order to avoid backstrain, I'd prefer it if I could carry you up the stairs in one trip rather than two. Otherwise,you'll have to run up on your own.
Oh, and you can make me laugh. That is after all, the main point of this entire exercise.
HEAVILY EDITED...You Might wanna re-read this section....
Geez. Who goes on first dates?
I'm not here to cyber or sext (that's soooo last century.) I'm obviously not a prude...I just don't want to get my keyboard sticky. If I've written to you, its because I'm taking something you've posted at face value, pending confirmation. It might be your face, it might be your figure...it's more often likely something witty or insightful you've written...usually a combination of the above. Yes, I admit that I can be initially attracted in a variety of ways, depending on my mood. I'm male...that shouldn't be a surprise (especially to you ladies who include the almost-obligatory leaning-in-close-to-the-webcam-and-"accidentally"-showing-off-the-cleavage shots. I worked in retail ages ago...I understand the importance of the display window.)
As I mentioned above, I find that exchanging a few flirtatious notes a day, or chatting for days on end, is a ~really~ ineffective way of communicating, other than to find out if we both give good type. I can appreciate that it takes a little time to see if someone is actually worth the tremendous bother of showering to go out for a coffee, but I'd be content to at least move to that oh-so-dangerous realm of a telephone call sooner rather than later. I mean, let's face it, a person you meet here is nothing but a small collection of pics and text until you've at least heard them talk. A picture ~used~ to be worth 1000 words...now its worth about 5 minutes of photoshop. And written words can appear to be a lot more clever than spoken ones because we have the luxury of time to re-compose a sentence. It's not so easy to edit, cut and paste in the ~real~ world....but that's the world I'm looking to live in. How about you?
Owing to the way people meet online, first meetings are almost always in a Tim Hortons. While the florescent lights might not be the most flattering, at least we can count on the coffee being to our taste. If things go well, we can kick it up to the next level and split some timbits.
With the weather being so nice, I'm open to meeting up at other public venues, as long as we both have the option of scampering away and squealing our tires when we part company.
A good first date to me, gives you time to talk in a comfortable environment and time to assess each other's sense of humour. We all have one. Some are more compatible than others.
I refer to internet introduction services as a Scratch & Dent sale on people. (By now, all of us have been pre-owned at one point in life or another.) It's a matter of finding the one whose dents would face the wall in our home.
Sorry to all you picture collectors for not including a shot of my male parts. You'll just have to bring your own camera to the Tim Hortons.