Once you get past the self-deprecating humor, you will soon learn that I'm a raging egomaniac. Nah, that's not true, either. How do you just say that you're a nice, successful guy looking to share his life with his future Mrs. Right? I'm not married to my work, I found time for some extreme sports (yes, nice guys can kick ass!), the occasional motorbike excursion, and on a sizzling day my adventurous side leads me to discovering a new waterfall that we can cool off under. I'm a lot like Indiana Jones in that I love exploring the mysteries of life, while educating my mind to appreciate new things. And even if I get lucky, there is a mountain of work ahead, no matter what. It's knowing that the work is worth it, that the whole is greater than the sum of its parts. I am a firm believer in chemistry and would not turn my back on someone incredible. A perfect relationship is one in which the reality is not that far from your fantasy. As long as you have a realistic fantasy, you are bound to one day find your bliss. What I do extraordinarily well is to remain extremely optimistic. Plus, I'm a combination of humility and assuredness. Those touches, in addition to doses of humor about my forgetfulness, make me a genuine catch for any woman who is looking to settle down with a nice, normal, grounded man. Subtle use of details regarding my love of motor biking, my willingness to give (those Oxford St high heels?) and my occasional need for personal space add to the profile. Alternating between warmth and sarcasm doesn't feel like a contradiction as much as it seems to be the sign of a fully formed human being.

I smile when I think of you. I walk down Oxford St and I want to buy you those high heels that you pointed out but would never get for yourself. You have a highly developed sense of sarcasm. You act younger than you look because I like mature women who haven't forgotten what it's like to be a girl.