passionateprinter: Back to my roots; moving on up!
About
Occasional smoker with Average body type
City
Canandaigua, New York
Details
31 year old Man, 5' 8" (173cm), Non-Religious
Ethnicity
Caucasian Leo with Blonde hair
Intent
passionateprinter wants to date but nothing serious.
Education
Some university
Personality
Night Owl
Profession
Printer


dating
With the beast that makes the newspapers!






I am Seeking a Woman For Dating
Needs Test View his relationship needs Chemistry View his chemistry results
Do you drink? Socially Do you want children? Undecided
Marital Status Single Do you do drugs? No
Pets No Pets Eye Color Blue
Do you have a car? Yes Do you have children? No
Longest Relationship Over 3 years



About Me
My greatest hobbies are my artistic endeavors: I'm a freelance graphic designer on the side of my career in printing, and I love making graphic arts pieces in unexpected ways. Whether it be a simple printed piece or a mixed-media display like attaching die-cut sheet aluminum pieces to a car to simulate scales, I love making the world a more beautiful place. After those, I love camping and the outdoors; any time I can steal away and hang out at Kershaw Park on Canandaigua Lake during a work day is time well stolen.

I moved back to Rochester from Phoenix in 2011, and just moved to Canandaigua in April. I love the town already and get good time in at Rio Tomatlan and Canandaigua Brew Co just outside my frickin' door! I'm a passable pool player, but watch out for my streaks! I love travelling and visiting new places. I spent 8 years in Phoenix to learn how amazing upstate NY is, and now I'm back for (I think) good! I'm gonna keep up with the travel, just doing it a little less permanently in the future.

I'm a huge fan of ethnic food of all stripes, and creative food, and like most men the path to my heart is through my stomach. Indian and Mexican joints are the most common places you'll find me, though I've got a weakness for cabbage and German cuisine, not to mention Ukrainian and Polish food!

There is *always* music going in my apartment. I've been drifting a bit towards trip-hop recently, but I'm a huge fan of classic rock, some blues, and some newer indie rock with a huge side of electronic. Some recent artists across my playlists are Daft Punk, Infected Mushroom, Ratatat, Calvin Harris, Pink Floyd (Animals), Bluetech, and Joe Bonamassa. I love going out for simple walks and just checking everything out: window shopping, actual shopping, coffee, lunch, drinks, you name it! I'm totally street-worthy.

First Date
Oh man, I have to put thought into this profile? OK, hold on. let me make something up.

I'd pick you up from your place in my 1997 Subaru Outback - it's red by the way; it seems moody and mysterious, like it's driver. I get out and open the car door for you like a gentleman. You are surprised and pleased at my chivalry.
"Thank you," you say.
I look off in the distance and say, "Whatever," tersely to maintain my badass aura. I get in the car and we drive off into the distance. We arrive at our destination (a seemingly expensive restaurant, but is actually very reasonably priced). We talk of life, of love, philosophy and what would happen if you hired two private investigators to follow each other, but I still seem a little aloof and guarded. Suddenly there is a scream coming from outside. We rush to the street outside. We see a white cloth falling from a multi-story building.
"MY BABY!" a woman screams from a window from the 10th floor.
I sprint to the building as fast as I can - faster than I can. The baby accelerates faster and faster. We hear a loud BOOM as it crosses the sound barrier - It has reached terminal velocity. Just when the infant is about to hit the pavement below, I slide in and catch the child with one facile move. A crowd of people applaud me and you run over to see if I'm ok.
"Are you ok?" you ask.
"Yeah, I'm fine, no big deal," I respond.
I look back up to the woman looking down at me 10 floors above. I throw the baby back up to it's grateful mother and she retreats back into her apartment to coddle the child.
"You know this reminds me of a song I wrote," I say and pull out a guitar from my jacket pocket. I play a heartfelt song that makes me seem layered and introspective. The walls I've put around myself are starting to retract and I appear slightly more vulnerable while playing. This turns you on immensely. I finish the song and get in my car and return to your place.
You say something really cliche like, "I had a really nice time."
"I know you did," I respond confidently.
I walk you to your door and kiss you passionately. A frisson of excitement runs up you leg and through your spine. You say bye and enter your house shaking from the kiss. You have a feeling, but you don't know what it is. It's broad, yet intense, and you never thought anything could feel this good. You've never had this feeling before, but you don't want it to end.

I mean we could do that or go play mini-golf and then go to Chili's or something afterward.