I like dogs more than cats. I hate the band Rush (I don't know why it's just a thing), and I don't like cooked green peas (they're just gross).
I would consider a nice bottle of wine, a good pizza, a fire, and a comfortable couch the perfect evening. I've always wanted to put an old couch outside, have a fire, a bottle of wine and pass out staring up at the stars. At least my bears would have somewhere comfy to sit the next day.
I'm the best driver on the road, I don't care what the cops think...and frankly I'm a lot less dangerous talking on the bloody thing rather than fumbling with a tangled handsfree cord.
Ambivalent about hockey, I mean really it's the Stanley Cup not the "World" Cup. It's only important to Stanley.
I leave the seat down, and I always wash my hands after (girls you should ask that...honestly).
PoF can suggest all the Relationship and Personality tests they want, but in my experience the things that will really determine the length and success of a relationship are questions I'll be asking like:
Do you enjoy driving in a car at a comfortable temperature, or do you like to experience alternating blasts of icy cold and extreme heat?
Do you like to sleep on your side of the bed, or would you prefer to sleep with an elbow or knee jammed into someones back or head?
These things are good to know before taking a romantic weekend road-trip with someone... at least you can be mentally/physically prepared.
I consider myself very low maintenance, I'm not like a chick or anything. It doesn't take much to make me happy.
I listen to everything from Wyclef Jean to the Violent Femmes. Current favorites are Janes Addiction and The Strokes.
When it's nasty out, I enjoy reading, watching soccer, rubbing someones feet while we watch Entertainment Tonight (not really I hate that show) and cooking. It's always fun to cook with someone else. If it turns out awful I secretly blame them, while outwardly I act confused about what went wrong.
I also enjoy waiting until someone pays for their order at a deli then saying "Wow, dude you're brave. I'll never eat that again."
I'm not sure what I want in a lady, although I'm nervous about what I'll get. I'm not the sort of guy to start making demands about a sweet ass (that would be awesome) or a nice set of boobs (yum), but it would sure be nice to get a girl that's not much taller or heavier than me. I'm not going to make a big list about what I don't want like tattoos of other guys names, missing front teeth, poisonous pets, bald patches, leprosy, peg legs or glass eyes, lice, tapeworms, webbed fingers, or open wounds. I've often found that what turns me off about a person initially becomes something I admire about them later, and if not, well...there have been amazing advances in tattoo removal and medicine in the last few years.
****Island ladies, BEFORE you message me Googlemap Halfmoon Bay, you're already on the internet for pete's sake. I do not live on the island, I live on the Sunshine Coast. Nanaimo is five hours and two ferries away. Vancouver is less than an hour.****
AND if you don't look like your picture when we meet... I'm drinking until you do! I mean really people, we all have camera's on our phones.
a) skype it
b) coffee and a stroll around the police station...or
c) We'll meet at a nearby pub and have a few drinks, which leads to shots of tequila while we complain about our ex's. Eventually things escalate and we're doing body shots off each other like a couple of college kids. After they kick us out I'll hold your hair while you barf through the open window of someones parked car. Somehow we'll make it back to your place and break in through a window. You lost your keys while we were dancing on the bar. We'll stay up planning our elopement/honeymoon and naming the unborn children we are too drunk to conceive. I'll pass out on your couch, you in your bed, and when we wake up the next afternoon we'll both pretend we don't remember anything. After a while we'll go on a second date, greek food and a mediocre Jennifer Aniston romantic-comedy. We are both there to find out what the other person remembers. In the mean time we've been scouring the internet and checking each others Facebook pages, but finding no mention of the night or any pictures. The second date will end with a peck on the cheek, some polite pleasantries about seeing each other again and an unspoken agreement to continue dating as long as we never talk about the "First Date".