About Me

I'm 19 years old, a towering 6'5" 185lbs, hazel eyes and an undecided light-brown-ish hair. In 2006 I graduated from Gahanna Lincoln High School. Now I goto Columbus State to learn, but party just about everywhere else. I am athletic and am rather competitive in sports and life alike. While I can be altruistic at times, I can also be a greedy lustful jerk. .. I'm only here to meet people who I would find interesting to chill, hit the clubs, or talk with... i love talking to people about their lives.. I'm the type of person who doesn't care what you think of me, i know myself and never feel the need to prove to anyone who i am or what i can do. If I feel like you deserve to get to know me better, then I will show you what i'm made out of. Simple as that. ..and this is for all those girls who are stuckup, who think just because their daddys rich or their model hott, they're the shit and guys should kiss their ass all the time... wrong my friends.. wrong... it doesn't mean a thing if your hot.. to ME, a real woman/girl is not defined by her outer beauty.. but by her individuality, opinions, warmth, determination, passions, self respect and creativity... i am not interested in faces, i am interested in individuals... if you dont got what i'm lookin for, then don't bother. And i'm not here just to meet chicks.. if your a cool dude, if you got a head over your shoulder and you know how to party, hit me up sometime, i'd love to talk.. no homo though, not into that shit.

A Story of Compassion

Several years ago I was on vacation in New York City with part of my family. Every morning we got on the subway to travel around the city. This morning was one I remember still today. I was with my sister on the subway going into the city when a guy came on the train. It was obvious the guy was homeless and wanted money, but something made me notice him. He didn't say any words; he just stood there, holding a sign. I was behind him, so I couldn’t read it, but then something happened. He started using sign language. He was signing a prayer, one that I had learned when I was very young. I knew a good bit of sign language and naturally I was curious about this. When he was done, I signed to him sign “Are you deaf?” I wasn’t sure if he was genuine or not, but he responded that he was, and we began to have a conversation. We discussed how he became deaf, etc etc; turns out he was born with it. I learned that he was the only person in his family who was deaf. We conversed about how he wound up in New York, and what he was doing. Anyways, you know how these guys usually spend one stop on one train and then move to the next one, but this was different. We talked for about nine stops straight, then I told him it was nice meeting him, told him good luck, and said goodbye. When he went around the train, everyone on the train gave him money. There wasn’t one person who didn’t donate, and it was pretty special. Before he left the train he came back to me, and said this was the best car he’s ever bee on, and thanked me again. Isn’t that interesting? See, everyone on the train saw me talking to him and realized he was a real person. He wasn’t anonymous anymore, he was a human being. Everyone felt compassion for him, and decided to give. Compassion is so neat that way, and we both reaped the rewards form it. I think compassion is so very attractive.

1,000,001 Questions

There are probably a million and one questions you could ask me right about now. Therefore I see no reason in filling out the typical MySpace survey which answers could change almost everyday for me. I gave you an intro above, supposing you were intrigued and wanted to get to know me better.. you should hit me up to talk. No big deal, right..

Caio Mein Bitches :]