Master of chaos and power tools. Always mid-project and “fixing” things. His tool stash? Bigger than the hardware store’s. A bit of a sprawler. His tools are all over your kitchen counter and dining table.
Part bartender, part show-off. Home bar? It’s a mini pub. Homemade beer, fancy wine, or a cocktail you can’t pronounce – he’s on it. Collects beautiful glass bottles on displays them like they are an art collection.
Speaks fluent horsepower and torque. His garage? Sacred. Often has greasy hands and likes to clean them in your kitchen sink. He views road as car tests. He will forget your birthday but never forgets to do an oil change. Knows stuff about the engines.
Smoke rising? He’s working with meat. Has secret spices which he keeps separate from yours. You’re not allowed to use them. Doesn’t give out recipes. Doesn’t clean the grill – says it “adds to the taste”. Backyard boss. Wears an apron.
Playlist perfectionist and vinyl hoarder. Thinks his music taste is better than yours. Has a mixtape for every occasion. His sound system speakers – he calls them “monitors” – are the focal point in his living room. Will make you listen to stuff he likes. Buckle up!
Thinks a weekend indoors is a crime. Likes to buy gear. Then likes to sort it out. His idea of fun? Treasure-hunting in the woods. GPS? Don’t be silly. Likes to think he can wrestle bears. Knows the names of animals but not of trees.
Professional armchair coach. Thinks yelling at the TV is cardio. Relives his glory days with every TV game. Tells you about it. Wants to teach you how to surf. Plays air golf. Wants to exercise, but never does. Knows his stats.
Obsessed with gadgets like they’re the latest fashion trends! His home looks like a sci-fi store exploded. Everything is S.M.A.R.T. which means he is half computer – no jokes. Speaks fluent “Zog”. AI runs his life. Could have a dazed look.