Ok, so maybe I am not the last single guy in Hoboken. Ok, so maybe I am not "good." But that's how my friend Martin described me to a couple of girls at a bar once and lawyers never lie, right? Anyways...
I am underworked, overpaid, and with a lot of free time. Also, every girl who has been to my bedroom will tell you that I have an ENORMOUS... need to get some decorations. I have an unhealthy obsession with (o)(o)s but then again, so do a lot of guys. I will forgive just about anything as long as you are honest and forthcoming about it. I was brought up to say hello to people I've met, even if they tell me to go fuck myself every time in response. Although I do tend to forget people I met when really trashed. Which happens a lot. Basically, I'm probably a bad person to date, but fun to hook up with, and hopefully a good one to have as a friend.
my typical day can be descibed by this direct quote:
How could he blame them? For the last year and a half his daily routine had been: Come in late, say eleven; flirt with the receptionist; go to lunch early, eleven-thirty; return from lunch late, about three; copy must-do list from today's calendar page to tomorrow's; walk fast around the office; leave early, no later that four-thirty. Everyone knew it for almost as long as he did, and he knew that they knew. It all just flowed so nicely that no one wanted to fuck with it. Not that he didn't have his value, he did. He could be counted on, to at least, not let anything become a crisis, and he fixed anything that broke.
I have conversations like the one below A LOT
I happen to live with three girls and a vicious guard dog Apollo. He is pug, shitsu, and poodle. My roommate Jess loves dogs and loves to paint, so she combines the two acitivies to create some original artwork like this one of Apollo. Check her out at www.colorfuldogs.com if you are looking for a gift for a pet lover.
