When Atlas shrugged, he changed my view. He showed me it's okay to pursue what you want for the joy of attaining it. And so I have. Well, as much as possible so far, anyway. Rearden had his wonder-metal, and I've got a wonder-substance of my own. Francisco had his flair, and there's some of that in me, too. But, what's missing is that elusive other half; the person with whom to share the pursuit of life and the inevitable ensuing joy. I've looked high, and yes... I've looked low. Speed dating, running clubs, wine clubs, club clubs and even airports have offered nothing lasting. "You're too discerning"; "You travel too much!"; "It's not in your stars just yet". All great observations courtesy of my friends, but I retain my optimism. It's hard not to when you're a total romantic. I guess what I'm looking for is my very own Dagny... the beauty svelte in body and in mind... that girl who inspires, takes my breath away and forces me to look on in marvel. I'm a playful sort of character at times and it's going to take a Dagny to play along. I'm not looking for someone to complete me, but for someone to complete life! I'm looking for that One that can keep up with me and also lead. And if you feel you'd like to play, you will find in me a playmate that is driven yet balanced; confident yet unsure enough to still grow; dreamy yet dorky; quite a catch yet humble. I'm sincere, honest, loyal and a pretty decent chef. When it comes down to it, that's a lot of what counts.