I'll write this with all the false modesty I can muster. I'm pretty much the perfect man. Just kidding, but I like to have fun. I'm funny, witty, and outdoorsy. I'll make you laugh, make you feel like you're the most beautiful person in the room, and then I'll make you laugh again.

I don't get excited over little things. I'm pretty even-tempered. I like to make things happen. I can't stand to sit still. Every day is an adventure waiting to happen-- we just have to get the ball rolling.

I'm 24, have boyish good looks, and blond curly hair that tends to look like a giant golden cotton ball. I like to write, I like to laugh. Many times I laugh while I write. I'll be somewhere, writing and chuckling to myself, and people will think I've got a brain disease. I'm going to be a doctor someday. It's going to be really hard because I can't take anything seriously. I'll be a patient's room telling him he has inoperable cancer: "Doctor Allen, that's horrible. Why are you laughing?" "I'm sorry," I'll say, "I was thinking of a Far Side calendar. Well, good luck with the cancer. Gosh, that sure sucks. You know what will cheer you up? Far Side calenders. Works for me." That's why I won't have a profitable practice.

I moved to Santa Barbara, CA, for a few months this fall. While there I picked up cycling, if for no other reason than I was bored. I love it now. I went out and bought all the gear, including the clothes that I'm sure would not be counted as modest.

Besides bikes, I like camping, writing, singing, and hiking. I love to learn. I read constantly about lots of subjects-- science, history, novels, etc.