In fact, around 90% of his thoughts are eerily similar to the lyrics of Dennehy: Bears, Hawks, Sox, Bulls.His weekends are spent tailgating at Soldier Field or the Cell, grilling brats, chops, dogs... That being said, that never-ending “rain or shine” level of devotion is a huge bonus.Neighborhood: Humboldt Park An Art Director at Leo Burnett, he’s lived in the neighborhood since 2006 when he arrived in Chicago from Wyoming to attend -- and subsequently drop out of -- the Art Institute.In his spare time he enjoys homebrewing, rock climbing, and riding his vintage Schwinn bicycle after-hours on the 606.Your first date: He explains the entire history of Original Six hockey over chicken wings and makes it clear that anyone without a Tony Amonte sweater is a Blackhawks bandwagoner.The inevitable breakup: You’ll break up with him after realizing that he’ll never be quite as passionate about your relationship is he is about Chicago sports.Your first date: A tour of the Art Institute, followed by drinks at The Signature Room, a romantic walk along the lakefront, and a passionate kiss in front of Buckingham Fountain.The inevitable breakup: After a series of incredibly romantic dates, you’ll work up the courage to initiate “the talk”...
He’s “looking to make new friends,” enjoys “taking advantage of everything this amazing city has to offer,” and has recently enrolled in improv classes at The Second City.
The inevitable breakup: Just when you begin to daydream about what married life will be like with this nice, NORMAL guy, he’ll break up with you without warning and will start dating a girl from “da nayber-hood.” You have a sneaking suspicion it’s because you wore a Cubs shirt to bed one night.
Neighborhood: Hyde Park He just moved to Chicago from Washington (DC you’re pretty sure?
Your first date: A party inside an abandoned warehouse where everyone in attendance seems jaded by abandoned warehouse parties.
The inevitable breakup: After he goes on an angry spiel over the gentrification of “his” neighborhood while sipping on a artisanal coffee and munching on a gluten-free bacon donut, it dawns on you that that “ironic” and “interesting” are two different concepts.