6’3” | Mechanic | Rides fast, cooks better than your grandma (respectfully)

If it got wheels, I can fix it. If you’re havin’ a bad day, I can probably fix that too. I laugh loud, dance at red lights, and yes... I *will* sing Call Me Maybe like I’m on stage.

Mama raised me right. I open doors, say “yes ma’am,” and feed people like it’s a requirement. Cajun born, bayou raised, got a soft spot I pretend I don’t.

I’m the type to:

* Bring you food instead of asking “what’s wrong”

* Hype you up in public and kiss your forehead in private

* Make an ass outta myself just to hear you laugh

I ride a sport bike, run a shop, and accidentally ended up with people watchin’ my dumb motovlogs. Still don’t take myself too serious.

If you don’t like loud music, random dancing, or being called “cher”... we might have a problem.

If you do?

C’mere, baby. Lemme take you for a ride.

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What I’m lookin’ for?

Nothin’ complicated. Just... real.

Somebody kind. You don’t gotta be loud, just don’t be cold. I like someone who laughs easy, even if it’s at me, ‘cause let’s be honest... it’s gonna happen. If you can matchI my energy sometimes and calm me down other times? Yeah... we gon’ get along just fine.

I want someone who lets me take care of ‘em a little. Not in a “you can’t do it yourself” way—more like... let me cook for you, make sure you ate, check on you when you get quiet. I notice stuff. Can’t help it.

You don’t gotta be perfect. Just be honest. Be soft when you can, strong when you need to be, and don’t be scared of a man who’s a little loud, a little affectionate, and maybe dances in public more than he should.

Bonus points if:

* You like late night drives

* You don’t mind me singing off-key to Call Me Maybe

* You’ll sit on the counter while I cook and talk to me about your day

I ain’t rushin’ nothin’. But when it’s right?

I’m the stay type, not the temporary kind.

So... what you say, cher?

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