I just have to say, before I get to the usual greeting and whatnot, that this whole "attach a gift" thing when you respond to someone really creeps me out. Not that I don't believe in giving, mind you, but one rarely gives a gift to a total stranger they're trying to chat up. And even if I did, a four leaf clover? If I find one of those, I'm keeping it. It brings me this much closer to the leprachaun's gold. Or I could eat it if lost in the desert. A world of options with those four leaf clovers, except maybe as clothing or shelter. I also wouldn't dole out a steak because given how many vegetarians and vegans there are, it could be wasted steak, and who wants to do that? Plus, fake steak is nothing to joke about. Balloons? Well, they do lose air and die, much like humans do, so that's just sad. I also like how, underneath it all, it says "DO NOT SEND PEOPLE MONEY." I know, sucks for you.

Anyhow, I know I need no introduction as longtime local weatherman Steve Pool. "But Steve," you say, "you're so much whiter online." Why yes I am. This is how I get my kicks on the side. It's cheaper than huffing paint, but it doesn't smell as good. If you've ever wanted to know the real me, here I am. Now here's the weather --

I'm obviously tall and handsome, but also employed, dark eyed and bearded, blackly humorous, fierce but funny arguer, one of the three greatest kissers on the planet. Enjoy walking, dogs, beer, lousy weather, creative pursuits and engrossing conversation. 420 friendly but no tolerance for stoners. I work in the local music community and do some freelance writing on the side. Both jobs allow me the option of working from bed. I don't say that to titilate or arouse, but to rub it in. The sound of envy is music to my ears.

I have a dark sense of humor. Somewhere between Larry David and Bill Hicks, with some George Carlin and Ricky Gervais thrown in for good measure. I might be Jewish, but due to some adoption stuff and name changing a couple of generations back, no one knows for sure. I think I'm Jewish, but my wallet says otherwise.

Honestly, I'm not expecting much from here. When physical presence -- not appearance, mind you, but the whole being there in the flesh part -- plays a huge part in attraction, you can't gauge that via words and pics on a screen. Also, as a fan of The Office, a quote from one of last seasons episodes comes to mind:

Meredith: She could be your soul mate.
Dwight: Oh, not likely. 3 billion women on the planet, most of them live in Asia, so the numbers just don't add up.

This might say more about me than anything else I could tell you, but here are a few other things: I'm a huge music fan but not going to bore you with a list of artists to try to impress you. I'm not Jack Black in High Fidelity, nor do I want to be. I'm an avid reader -- normally read a lot of nonfiction but doing my once-every-ten-years thing of reading a 1000+ page novel. Outside of the artistic stuff, I'm also a big football fan, dog lover, walker, headscratcher, and fierce arguer.

I strive to avoid the Seattle attitude. Passive-aggressiveness is a huge no-no in my book -- people too scared to speak their minds or vent their frustrations in a healthy way are a real turn-off.

I'm looking for a creative type. You'd have to be to put up with me.

When it says "describe what would you do for a first date" does it mean:

-- what I would do to get a date with someone, or
-- what I would do on a first date?

These are two totally different questions, both of which I'm happy to answer but not here. Drop me a line.