Gooooood evening. This is Nate Santos. He's 28 and hails from the too-large city of Houston, Texas. A student at UNLV, he's really the acting Cuban-American Van Wilder on the campus. He's got a bachelors he's not putting to much use and a masters in exactly the same subject because he's pretty sure the only thing he's ever going to be good at is telling people what to do with their bodies.
This just means that he's got a large sum of student loans he's struggling to pay off through a nice snake gig at the ranch. He's versatile, but he really secretly prefers to top. He'll do the whole boyfriend experience thing, too, he ain't picky. Nate is an extroverted introvert. He likes to spend time with people to a point before he's got to slink off and find himself some down time.
Some quick things about Nate: He's a giant man child who eats breakfast cereal for dinner most nights because he's helpless in the kitchen. (Can anyone use a roommate?) He's heavy into centering himself with meditation, yoga, and pot. Yes, I said pot. Nate likes to feel at ease with himself and have a good time. He'll literally try anything once as long as it won't result in dismemberment or death, but I mean, he'd probably try it anyway with the right persuasion.
He knows he's attractive, but he's also just a giant nerd. Ask him his opinions about Iron Man or that White Christmas episode on Black Mirror, he could go on for hours and doesn't even care who he might be boring.
ALL OF THAT SAID, I would love to find a roommate or two or three for him. Close friends or fellow students he's met at UNLV, clients that have hired him for whatever reason at the ranch, gym buddies that don't mind listening to his rambles about physical health being directly related to mental health, flings, friends with benefits, people that won't be put off by his horrible voice but slightly pleasing guitar skills, Netflix pals, the works. Get at me!