Hey there, I'm a guy with chest hair and a beard living in West Chester and I'm looking for a great girl. I like country music, breakfast burritos, and sleeping in. I don't own crocs and things like sticky trash can lids piss me off. I'm on here trying to figure out if in a year or so from now if I'm buying a nice house in the suburbs and playing grown up and throwing dinner parties with my IKEA furnished home or if I'm buying a piece of crap house and fixing it up with my dog Woofus and growing into my role as the nice young man next door who shovels the driveway of my 95 year old neighbor who always tells me I really should meet her granddaughter. It really could go either way and I'm cool with that.