I never like writting these but I will do the best I can.I am 5'9" and 180 pounds and 36. I have blue eyes and brown hair(what's left of it, mother nature is a bitch!). I work for a defense contractor and love my job, I get to play with fire, lol. I keep to myself for the most part, I have a few good friends. But they're all either married or attached, and it would be nice to have a friend to go to a movie with, or to the city, or even just to dinner. I'm not a big drinker, don't smoke. I am loyal, faithful, and honest. I believe when you're in a relationship(which I haven't been in one for a very long time)you should work through problems and differences. Arguing is a waste of time because no one is listening to each other and nothing gets resolved. When I give someone my heart I give it 110%, and she is the only woman I see. I rule with my heart and I am trying to change this about myself if that is possible. I sometimes think maybe I am too caring.I dislike liars, cheaters(I believe my ex cheated on me), people who put words in your mouth, and not being given a chance to at least be a friend to someone.I'm not perfect, I've made many mistakes. One of which nearly cost me my life..I had a car roll me over, heard my sternum crack and saw the front wheel headed my way, I was certain that I was going to die that day. I sometimes do or say things I don't mean, but really over the years I've learned to think before I speak, I try to look at the consequences. Recently I said some mean things about someone on my myspace account, and I regret them because they weren't my real feelings(I deleted it, and changed it since), it made me feel like a jerk. I feel I fell back into an old habit of just reacting but maybe it opened my eyes again. I hate hurting people and always feel guilty if I do, knee jerk reactions can hurt people so think before you speak. I've done some things I also consider as good...One of which is when I had a dog. His name was Bo and when he was 6 there was a large lump on his leg, it was cancer. the choice was let it spread and he would die, or amputate the leg put him through Chemo. and he would have a 1 in 100 chance to live after a year, costing thousands of dollars. I chose the later and it paid off, he was around for 5 more years and it was well worth it.I'm rambling...lol...Really I'm bored and can't sleep, lol..So that's about it from me, you're all thinking "who cares", lol, but it does say "about me", and this is me. I'm not your typical guy.Night