It was a dark and stormy night... Oops, wrong essay, my bad... Starting over - - I'm a good guy. Athletic build and attitude, auburnish hair, hazel eyes (huge pupils), many say cute. I try to surround myself with witty, intelligent, active, fun people. I live to laugh and create laughter in others (my comedic stylings vary from the witty to the nitwitty). Outside of work, I keep busy: cycle, classes, gym, ski, photography, organizations, lectures, etc. The usual JDate clichés apply: enjoy going out, but prefer to order in and watch a movie, equally comfortable in a little black dress as jeans, passionate and ambitious, the most important pieces of my life are my family and friends. Due to years of an arduous reverse commute, I have relocated from NYC to Long Island, never having become "one" with the LIE at rush hour. Many city folk equate everything east of the Midtown Tunnel to Montauk Highway with all things icky. I don't feel icky, and when I do, I turn to my loofah (what my loofah does after is its own business). My life, friends and much of my job is in the City, most of my wardrobe remains black, I own a car (black) and understand alternate side of the street parking (I think). What else? I am creative, inquisitive and have depth. I cherish children and the child within me. I make a mean salad. I value language, the written and spoken word, and a well constructed thought. Despite University level training, I cannot snap my fingers, but am adept at all other prerequisites to snap a Z. I am equal parts messy and clean. I'm neither hip nor square. I know what tie goes with which suit. I have high expectations for myself. I am a great friend. I am honest. I am outdoorsy without being crunchy, and will not spend my life behind a desk. I am not the smartest person I know. I do not have all the answers, but am an extraordinary listener. I try not to start each sentence with "I" but often fail miserably.