About me: [ Working up north until 10/08 ] I love to write although it isn’t something I do particularly well and was certainly not always one of my passions; more akin to that of a despised requisite of a well-rounded education. I’m anywhere between 6.1 and 10+ feet tall depending on how much I have been drinking. I weight a steady 200ish pounds, have blond hair and blue eyes. I’m a mutt. German, Swedish, Scandinavian, Dutch… ‘Fido’ suits me better than ‘Jody’ although I could pass as a ‘Spike’ if I were to have the collar; I do look somewhat menacing at times. I grew up in Alaska, a little town called North Pole to be more precise. Yes, there is a North Pole and it comes complete with a Santa Claus house, reindeer in the back and a forty-something foot tall fat man with a white beard and a funny suit. I have an Alaskan accent, which is to say, absolutely none whatsoever. I do speak pretty fast however. Fast enough that I tie my own tongue on occasion. When that happens I sound like I am trying to physically spit out vowels or choking on a consonant, or both. And sure, to answer some of my messages, you can go wrestle the polar bears anytime you want to! Those big, sweet and cuddly things… But watch the hell out for the penguins; you'll just be standing there and next thing you know, your arm is off… I quit high school after tenth grade, passed my GED and went to real schools. Most of my earlier career was spent in a cycle of attend a school and then turn around and teach at that very school as a senior instructor in the discipline I mastered, usually computer science. I have both a Doctoral and Masters from Bridgewater and numerous other awards from other institutions in Alaska and California. Some were traditional learning, some were challenged and some were the ubiquitous online types. Nowadays I just write.
I'm looking for: I have zero tolerance for games and drama but can be melted quite quickly by humor. I love to laugh and I love even more to make others laugh. Anyway, I am here to find the lady that was meant for me. I am willing to be heartbroken. I’m willing to fly to the moon if my lady happens to be stationed there. My lady? She doesn't smoke, drink or swear. Shit, I smoke and drink, Skip that. She must be a ravenous carnivore that scoffs at rabbit food and she must never take offense when ambushed and dragged off into the bushes and therefore she must also have moderately long hair. Her knuckles should not drag on the ground as she walks and she should be able to see her own belly button without the aide of a mirror. She must have a pretty far out sense of humor because I am simply and certainly certifiable. All silliness aside, my girl will be loyal and honest, caring and kind, romantic and affectionate. I would prefer that she has been through the ringer so she both understands what love is and what it is not, and knows what she wants. That’s what I want, what I'm looking for, and I will not stop until I find her. I hope this message finds its mark, or at the very least, leaves a mark…