Best place for a date.
A bar.  Everybody is familiar with them, alcohol lowers first-meet tensions, there is not set duration, the lighting is complementary, there is enough noise so that quiet moments are not uncomfortable, there is enough going on around you that you don't have to always entertain every waking moment, it is public, and it's OK to start, get a little intimate, or just be friends.

In 3 Years.
I never would have guessed where I ended up so far, I won't even try to predict, but I do know it always gets better, no matter how "It can't get any better" it seems.  Somebody forgot to turn off the "luck" spigot and it's flowing all over the place.  I soak up what I can, but my cup runneth over.

Clean.
I shower twice a day and I smell good because ... um, cause I'm not a pig.  Don't I look clean?  My car is clean inside.  So is my apartment and my house (I pay someone sometimes).  OK, actually I'm anal about clean but I don't bitch about it, I just used to live with this guy who ironed his underwear and a lot of his habits rubbed off on me.  I use Dove soap.  That's pretty clean.  And in the morning I talk with my lips real tight with little short words until I can brush my teeth.

Happy.
Loving and being loved, seeing others loving and being loved, smiles and laughs, comfort, good looking people, sexual anything, and a hot provocative woman pouring it on in my direction all make me glow. 

Sad.
Ignorance, hate, pressure to act in a way I don't want to, lack of sexuality, and "after" just about anything because time goes so fast, realizing how short my time left is and that I really am still not sure what it was all about and where it leads, all make me sad. 

I'm pretty much never sad, too much good stuff going on and I don't sweat what I can't control.

Romantic.
If I liked you I would hold your hand when I drive, give you little kisses if you are sleeping.  I'll like what I see but don't want to disturb you. 

Stupid.
I'll constantly say stupid things and you'll make fun of me but you'll say I'm funny.  I'll know you mean stupid.

Cocky.
I promise I'm not really cocky.  People think I'm full of shit anyways because I don't look the part.  I keep my stories secret and for that I'm sometimes sad. Take my profile for example.  I wrote too much.  A couple people told me to tone it down, it's too much.  It IS toned down.  Way down.  If I really wanted to brag, I'd make everyone feel small or make them call me a liar.  So I'll just stick with the cocky and for no apparent reason.

All my Stuff.
I write a lot of stuff about me in some places.  I know that "I" wouldn't care about that stuff in someone. I just want nice, cute, fun, affectionate, someone that can dress up, dress down, and someone I just like all the time, someone that doesn't complain or try to change me and lets me be the way I feel like being, someone that is happy the way they are so I don't have to worry about trying to change them, someone that smells good when I put my nose to the side of their face, someone that doesn't push me away when I want to hug because they are afraid it will lead to sex and they aren't in the mood, especially if I get a little excited from the shape of their figure, someone who likes to be lusted instead of being appalled by it, someone who thinks I'm interesting and can take the time to think about stuff besides what goes on in day to day life, a dreamer, someone that can wonder.  Someone that knows the sight and feel of breasts and ass and nipples and lips and hands and all the packaging is a turn on and so they feed me all the time. 

Spontaneous.
You need to be stable because I'm kind of whimsical.  I might all of a sudden say "yeah, I'll do a shot", and then just totally change my mood and thought on a dime to fired up and energized if the moment calls for it.  You need to let me be nutty because I could say, hey, I know, let's got to Mexico tonight or go somewhere where we can make a big fire or have a midnight barbeque or whatever.  Just some months ago I decided just for the fun of it to make an ion propulsion anti-gravity prototype because it pissed me off they never taught that technology in school.  And it was cool, it only too me 15 minutes and it floats all right, just like I knew it would.  I made my prototype with just a 20" strip of aluminum foil and 3 tooth picks and a couple fee of wire and it works.  If you write me back I'll show send a video clip to a link where it's on the web. 

Arrogant.
I don't think I'm better than everybody.  Just smarter.  No way am I better looking, or tall, or dark, or handsome, or funnier, or stronger, or faster.  But I'm better than everybody at something, if I make "everybody" a really small group.  Then I can be better.  I'm pretty good at never getting mad.  Because I always figure everybody's got their circumstance and reasons for whatever and in their shoes I'd be the same way.  So I'm better at understanding.

And I can hold my breath a real long time, so I'm better than everybody at that (if you take a real small group).  Is it OK to think I'm better?  I think so.  From my experience, yep, I'm better then almost everyone at almost everything.  BFDeal.  It's not like I practiced.  Am I supposed to strive for 3rd place?  And if I notice I win all the time, or that I'm exceedingly competent compared to the general public, I'm supposed to pretend otherwise? 

Fuck that.  I'm the best.  Call it arrogance.  In fact, I'm the most remarkable man ever.  I've always known it, everybody tells me so, and if this were not the venue to do so, you would not be hearing it from me, I'm already bored with the subject.  This is the whole reason behind my title name BFDeal.  Because that's what it makes me want to say. Big fucking Deal.  Nobody cares.  To know me for real is to know how I could care less. 

Themes.
I have no ego, so I don't go around saying I'm this or that.  This internet thing is the first time I've done it since my resume and I'm having fun with it.  I even use it as an angle once in a while, I mean if you're going to contact someone, you gotta have a theme.  I'm Mr. Honest, I'm Mr. Great, I'm Mr. Average, I'm Mr. Complete Package, you can't reasonably write someone with Mr. Humble and keep it ALL a secret, how boring is a whole lotta nothing?  I've tried it, doesn't work.    I've tried them all in fact.  And folks, cocky/funny is number one by a long shot.  That's mostly me anyway, at least the funny part.  I even think I'm funny.  Everything is funny.  Don't think so?  OK, I'm going to start ever sentence with "The funny thing is..." you'll see.  This is known as GAME. Do a crummy job and you're not even in the game, you're just full of shit.  Do it well, and you are smooth.

Cocky/Funny.
The funny thing about Cocky/Funny, is that even though it annoys some people, they write to say I pissed them off or that I'm not all that!  I'm sticking with what works.  Plus, I'm liking this ME ME ME thing I'm going on about.  It's like "Wow, look at ME, I'm king of the hill!"   BFDeal.  Wait, where'd everybody go?  No applause? ".   YES!  I hear at at least one and yes, it's indeed APPLAUSE!  -----Why thanks, Mom.

Bragging and Insecurity.
Bragging is a sign of insecurity, as though you think that if you don't say it, they won't know it, or you won't be held in as high esteem if you don't broadcast your credentials.  Like putting letters behind your last name to signify professional achievement, or telling people how much you make or wearing over priced clothes and driving a ridiculously over priced car or living in a house that is way more than you need, of which I could do all of these things and do none.  See?  I'm insecure I'll be taken as insecure and felt the need to point that out!

The funny thing is, every personals ad is an attempt at bragging to tell everyone else, look at me, pick me.  Even if the "method" is to seem humble".  Like, "look at me, I'm the best because I'm humble".  I tried, leave me alone, I'm nothing but a loser and that didn't do too well.  What's funny, it really is, is that Everybody thinks or says they are special.  I don't see any significant difference amongst most.  If they are special, why didn't they say why, like were just going to take their word for it. 

Special.
I don't want or need you to be special THAT way, but if you are, great.  As in a super duper achiever.  When I hear it about me, I yawn and ignore it, once in a while I even say thank you.  Special to me is she who fits my earlier description.  I haven't found her yet.  It's too funny how many people have claimed it was them.  And even funnier how I'm told by those same that "I don't need to act trashy to be sexy because I have class." and then "Wouldn't you rather have brains than bimbo"?  Uh, first,  classy and sexy are not the same, trashy was never asked for, and the choice of bimbo or brain is a ridiculous as saying wouldn't you rather have a sexy kitten type over instead of a hideous dog and scholar.  How about brainy babe instead of a clueless pig.

Frequently Asked Questions.
All this writing about me.  It all started because I SO hate talking about me and SO hate repeating myself, SO hate saying it blah when I said it beautifully some  time before, that I put it together and just refer people to it. 

Want to see me annoy some to all hell?  Watch me answer every question by referring them to the FAQ.  So I'm developing hot keys that retrieve sections and paste it into chat like I just typed it.  HAHA!  More time for yawning!

Looks.
I dwell a lot on looks and stress the importance of being sexually provocative in appearance and manner at all times.  Let me explain.  I was born at the right place, time, and environment and blessed with great genes.  The result is exceptionally good looks, education, perception, compassion, understanding, love, and on and on.  You name it, I've got more of it.  That said, I merit and am biologically and involuntarily drawn by female sexuality in the most feminine and lustful way.

If you want love instead of or always along with lust, you'll end up being my sister, best friend, and partner but not who I want to be with when I close my eyes.

Good Looks.
I need my partner to be hot so that my natural urges are satisfied, so that I won't be drawn away by others that are hot, so that I won't resent not having fulfilled this most basic desire, and because I once was with someone that was everything except hot and it wasn't enough.  Besides, how stupid would it be to say that looks don't count.  I tried it without the looks.  Does too count.  I can't say it doesn't, that would be a bold face BS look at me how politically correct I am, LIE.  Does too count.

Lust, Love, Sex.
Sex with just love and no lust is not all that compared to sex with lust and then add in some LOVE.  So I hear, I mean.  I wouldn't know.  Love has eluded me.  So I'm told.  See what I mean?  That's why I stopped listening to everybody and just pay attention to what Mr. Remarkable thinks.  Mr. Remarkable.  Remember?  MEEEE!  You ... friendly person.  I calm.

This isn't to say that looks are the only thing I look for, but it's the only thing I can determine in the first few seconds.  This is a show-stopper for me, it makes sense to put that filter out up front, then filter whatever makes the cut for whatever else I'm looking for.   Duh, I'm not going to spend time investigating personalities and then a year later, hey, what do you look like.  ... But I though A few extra pounds meant 3, not 35.  My fault. ...

Personalities.
I'm of the opinion that there are very few personalities I can't get along amazingly with, it's all about chemistry and if they really like me, and I like them, nothing else matters, we'll soar.

So, I don't look too much for given personality traits.  That kind of thing can change and is a product of environment and experiences.  Looks can be changed too, but I'm not looking for a project.

What I look for to avoid projects.

Hidden agendas. 
We all have one.  Keep yours hidden and I'll not only figure it out sooner or later, I'll never trust you.  Spell it out up front and quit assuming that whatever it is would kill your chances with me.  Maybe you think once you set the hook I'll be more tolerant.  You're wrong.  I'm most tolerant on day 1.  So I'm most likely to accept that bisexual 50 year old married girl on the run from the law with leukemia, stretch marks, a fat ass, 6 kids, bankruptcy court pending and a coke habit on day 1 because looks will draw me in.  Looks won't keep me though.  So be up front, it will save you grief down the line because you won't carry a secret.  Don't offer me excuses for why or your plans to fix whatever is wrong, all you will do is amplify how self aware and unhappy you are about it.

Hard to Get.
Don't play hard to get with me.  I move fast, and I'll have moved on before you know what happened. If you have an interest, don't wait or hope I'll bite, I've got my own insecurities and you never know what else I've got going on in my life that any given moment.  If you want me, gather up your bravery and spell it out, don't sugar coat it, and don't imply or be subtle.  Direct, explicit, in my face even if rude and crude will get my attention fast.  Spell it out from the beginning and let's negotiate what each lacks, wants, and see if there's any overlap.  What you don't say is what I won't assume.

Patronage.
Don't tailor your answers and attitude based on what you think I want.  Do pay attention to my currency.  Note what I've said that "I" want.  That IS what I want and that IS what will get my attention.  Everything else is ancillary.

Bottom Line. 
If you can take care of the first thing on my list, the other nine just won't matter too much.

The list:

1.  Sexually provocative in appearance and behavior all the time, cute with a sexy figure, she wears her sexuality front and center, it's as much a part of her as any other, and she isn't shy about it.

Think of it like food and the superficial quality called "TASTE".  If it tastes good, it's an easy sell and even if it's bad for you, we still eat it.  Food that tastes bad will never be a draw, no matter how great the benefits.  Tasty food, even if only by smell, will always draw us, that's the fact.

3.  See #2.

I was told that in the end, personality is all that counts.  True, but I'm more interested in being happy along the way than at the end.  Besides, having #1 on the list doesn't mean I can't have all the other features as well.  But all the other features combined, no matter how great, will not do it for me if #1 isn't there, either personally or procured on my behalf.  That's right, you can be ugly but have an endless supply of sexual surrogates and I'll look beyond your ugliness and everything else will be what matters.  Hmm.  Doesn't strike you as an option?  You see?  You too put heavy value on the issue of sex.  My fulfillment anywhere but in your direction is a major issue, I believe I have just shown, otherwise you'd have no problem delegating it to others.  So I don't deny it, I require it.

Shaving.
I like a nice little landing strip down there on her.  On her I mean.  I also like a landing strip with long sparse hairs.  Just my preference.

IQ (test on Emode).
My brother took the test, he said he got 160.  How about that?  Out of a possible 144, which was my score.  But he said I shouldn't feel bad, the test doesn't mean anything.  LOL.  It does mean something. It means you were good at those questions. LOL

If the ones you got wrong, you disagree with their answers or you believe truly your answers are also valid, than bump up that score.  The test is not right.  There are several answers that are valid for several of those questions.  As long as you have solid reasoning and logic. 

Here's a trick one. I'm making it up, but it's a typical Mensa question, they type that irks: