Professional Sports/Bartender
Professional Sports/Bartender
Christian
(Not Important to me)
Progressive
(Not Important to me)
White
6' 2"
How about we… Go down to Gravelly Point and watch the planes land - picnic in tow, frisbee in hand.
Email "spectre3724" on gmail. I thought I'd get 72 hours to "try before buying" this site.
The tiny hamlet of Ballyvaughan, Co. Clare, Ireland - each and every August.
Wake up free from the annoyance of an alarm clock and enjoy a great run. Come back home and whip up my kickass omelette then knock 'em dead in the shower with my best Dean Martin. Find a random $20 bill in my pocket whilst getting dressed, before hitting every green light on the way to meetup with a few friends for an outdoor concert or sporting event. We'll tailgate to our heart's desire, toss or kick a ball around, then head back after the show to someone's house for conversation and drinks. Laugh. A lot. Learn something new. Close out one terrific day with an outrageous snuggle session by the warm glow of a fire.
The Empire Strikes Back
DC native, having grown up in a political family. Attended sailing camp and military school. Fell in love with making people smile through bartending and spent years trying to break into front office work for a professional sports franchise that now has me working with elementary schools.
Dream concert would be sitting in a windowsill in NYC in the late 1970s - some random Tuesday evening after work - enjoying takeout for dinner while listening to an unknown Billy Joel compose his first album through an open window in his apartment across the street.
The winning team, losing team, and final score for all 46 super bowls.
are warmhearted and thoughtful when no one is looking.
Mysterious.
Drive to Hawai'i. In my hovercraft.
laughter on the good days and hugs on the half good days.