Me, from my perspective.

I’m 27, perpetually single, an admitted bachelor after the last major relationship I attempted sort of crashed around me, mostly due to the fact, that apparently the woman I had committed myself to, didn’t seem to understand the concept very well.
I apparently need a woman’s touch, because my female friends do not approve of my method of mopping… I thought it was a good idea to put pine sol on my socks and slide around the tile floor.
I have an interesting job that takes me around the region on a regular basis, which sort of torpedos any real possibility of romance. I rarely drink, my drugs of choice are caffeine and adrenaline.
My transportation of choice is a dirty 4×4, and I find nothing wrong with splashing around in the rain in the morning as my neighbors looked at me like I was crazy.
I have no fear of crawling thru the rear window of a wrecked car to reach a trapped victim, but I still talk myself out of handing my number to a cute waitress.
8 years of rushing from shattered life to shattered life has put more then a bit of cynicism in me.
2 years of driving in Albuquerque has put the fear of death into me… and has put more armor on the jeep.
I drink diet sprite and cherry zero in an effort not to kill myself, but orange flavored chocolate covered marshmallow pumpkins in October will be my undoing.
I have the most adorable kid in the world, who sticks his tongue out the corner of his mouth when deep in thought… just like daddy.
My true friends ARE my family. Mess with any of them, and you’ve messed with me. Loyalty is the most important thing in friendships. Be loyal to me, and you have someone to count on for life.
I have 4 wheel drive. That’s my salvation...