i suppose on the outside i look like the prototypical nice-boy-next-door. and in many ways, i am: i'm relatively well-mannered, i can pull off the preppy/corporate look, i know the difference between a salad and a dinner fork, and mothers love me. but, deep down, there is a somewhat sarcastic, somewhat bohemian, somewhat bad boy that the mothers rarely meet.
a few miscellania:
my eyes are sometimes green and sometimes blue.
my favorite cocktail is the sidecar, but few bartenders know how to make one.
i'm a sucker for architecture.
i like nothing better on a sunday morning than to cuddle up in bed with the ny times and trash the wedding announcements.
the secret to good living is good lighting.
