I adore my friends, love my family, and think neatness is underrated.
Yes, Dop really is my name.
A really good night for me ranges from kicking it up with friends, to kicking back with a mate and chugging a beer, to kicking a few old people at the bus stop (ok, obviously I am kidding here - I NEVER take the bus).
I have found Club Monaco; ergo I have discovered Nirvana.
When I joked with my friend Dave about my being "chunky", he corrected me by saying that I am "muscular with a layer of love". This, I love.
I'm a huge fan of cuddling and kissing. And I am damn good at both.
I also like U.S. history, architecture, popcorn, traveling, design, food, crossword puzzles, baseball, writing, biographies, Da Vinci, Escher, Erte, "The Family Guy", movies, and laughing.
I must have missed the memo on "bois". Can someone tell me what happened to the "y"?
Likewise, I must have slept-in the day they taught that 3/4 length pants are cool (or is that “kewl”?). Pants or shorts - those are your options.
Men who wear glasses are a huge turn-on.
Baby strollers should be registered with the FBI as dangerous instruments. And so should their occupants.
I'm sort of opinionated.
I might forget your name, but I never forget a face. This has been both a blessing and a curse.
My friend Andrew told me that "dop" in South Africa means "drink". This may very well explain why I seem to attract alcoholics.
I believe in, and practice, monogamy.
I have a huge tattoo on my left arm of a dragon. I also have one piercing (no, not there).
I seem to have trouble remembering men who are named Greg (again, just the name, not the face).
I believe we love everyone the same amount - we just prefer to be with some people more than others (see A Little Bit In Love, my blog entry pertaining to such).
I shower everyday ... sometimes twice.
I can't cook, can't arrange flowers, can't buy antiques, can't do hair or make-up, and can't tell if your shoes are Prada or Payless. But I seemed to have gotten the decorator gene, I like working outside, I make my bed everyday, and I can lift heavy stuff.
I dress casually and I rarely buy anything that I have to dry-clean, iron, or tuck in.
Loud children annoy me ... and so do their parents.
Pleated pants are the comb-over of the new millennium.
I was asked out by someone who said I looked "edgy". That made me giggle.
My only relationship with "Crystal" is that she was my fiancée back in 1985. Other than that, the word is not in my vernacular. And come to think of it, neither is “vernacular”.
I would rather your face be cute and your body need work than the other way around.
"Reality TV" bores me to death.
All people who generalize are stupid.
I tend to be attracted to all types, however lean, tall guys turn my head most. That’s “lean” as is thin, not as is “I spend my summers at a Sudanese refugee camp”.
I am not a fan of Abercrombie & Fitch - it's unoriginal clothing for a conformist nation.
If you weren't smacked as a child, I doubt we will get along. If your parents didn't break at least one wooden spoon over your ass, I am not going to be the one who teaches you manners.
BOOK du JOUR: "A Separate Peace" by John Knowles
MUSIC du JOUR: Rob Thomas, Casey Stratton, Slim Yelow, Queen, Weezer
TV du JOUR: "The West Wing" on BRAVO and whatever Netflix sends me
WEB du JOUR: davelandweb; gorillabeach; danoramaproductions
