He'll have a bitch-in mustache. Neat-mess hair. Peculiar eyes. A slightly crooked smile. Wears-plaid-shirts, band-tees, fitted-jeans; has a closet full of Keds, Docs, and Chuck-Taylor All Stars kind-of-guy. A passionate one. Persistent, committed, humble, stubborn, understanding. A musical endeavor.  Fan of Tom Waits, Breath Owl Breath, Arctic Monkeys, The Smiths, Nirvana, The Strokes, Sinatra, Radiohead, Van Cliburn, Johnny Cash, Kola 99.9, ... And he'll be like, "Hey-lets-spin-some-LP's-while-sipping-on-some-wine-and-tea" sort-of-guy. He'll be a pizza-eater, glass-bottle-root-beer-drinker, say the word "pop" instead of "soda"...surf-the-web, blog-a-few-posts, watch some late-night films; compare/contrast the ones liked less and most. Wheat for toast, sarcastic-jokes, warm embracing-arms, down to take a metro instead of the car, early-morning walks in the park, random dancing in the dark, owns a library-card, and a pack of cigars kind-of-guy. Adventurous, curious, mysterious, a user of intended-puns. Creative, smart, old-soul, kind-heart, once played the drums, now plays guitar, kid-at-sea, not scared of bee's, finds beauty in leaves of Autumn trees, has morals, beliefs, a fancy for the things unseen...That is just my kind, that'll be my guy.