new york city boy. i am. just moved from connecticut. im missing it all, and its still right in front of me. i am apparently college material. i speak 5 languages, to various degrees (english, small dilect of cantonese and french, pretty darn well; mandarin and portuguese- in progress). i chainsmoke while i powerwalk, and i drink coffee in bed. i wink but not as subtle as i should. and i have a dry scarcastic sense of humor that only few will get, and thats all cool starbucks colombian beans. my close friends are amazing and genuine and will always tell me when its been one too many tic tacs, and i would take on the world for any of them, and trust them for pushing me. i sincerely enjoy star gazing and placing thoughts into the night sky and saving the world from one thing at a time. i have many names, many more good intentions, and endless confidence in the untangiable concept of karma. i am in new york city, and like always, it is all falling into place. i miss my starbucks and my friends back home and in various exotic european locations, but i am becoming dilluted by the neon city lights and i am perfectly content that way.

My Ideal Person i am smart, good looking, can hold a conversation on just about anything. i am easy going, though i like to go out sometimes, and other times i like to be a homebody or at starbucks. you be the same. who knows. looking for someone real.
tired of the guys who want to be men but act like boys. get over it.