I'm told that I'm a sweetie, kind, generous, attentive, honest, and all of that jazz, but it's all hearsay, and I'll deny it to my dying breath. I'll even punt some kittens to prove how mean I am.
I'm a grownup. I buy grownup tickets at the movies, I have my own apartment overlooking the commons, and I have a strong work ethic on the job. I'm focused on my career, but I never let it get in the way of my life.
I'm a . I have a watergun on my desk for people that ask stupid questions, I have fuzzy dice hanging in my car. I've got a pilot's licence (note me flying in my picture), I've been taking classes in project management, bartending, ballroom dancing, and I'm part-time at SMU.
In my spare time, I, uh, find other stuff to do. In addition to the soaring (I fly without an engine), I ride around on my bike, explore the city, volunteer for the occaisional nonprofit, and occaisionally take up a cause of my own. In the evenings, I like to enjoy the night life, but unfortunately I can't stay out too late on weeknights -- I work from midnight to 9am, Sun-Thu.
I also enjoy taking pictures, I average around 100 pictures a month these days. I've got a that's 6 hours away, but I compensate by having a plant that is determined to outlive me. We've been in a duel to the death for 15 years, and I think the plant might be showing signs of weakness - though it could just as easily be a trap. He's very sneaky.
My Ideal Person
Allow me to describe my ideal partner-in-crime. You're a little shorter than I am, with a hairstyle more pragmatic than impressive. You've got a wry smile, devious eyes, and a body I can put my arms around.
You've got a vocabulary and style, and you're not afraid to use them. You like travelling fast, and don't see the value in an attention span. You're never afraid to compromise, and always ready to experiment.
You're at home in a go-kart, and in a bar that sells beer by the quart, yet, you also appreciate a nice hotel and tasteful steakhouse. You're not afraid of the words 'vagina,' 'edumacation,' or 'Boutros-Boutros Gahli.'
You're just as apt to smell the roses as you are to eat the dandelions, and you're pretty confident in your abilities to beat me up if I push you in to the pool. You're content with such delusions.
You're self-confident enough to be comfortable in a strip joint, a commercial audition, and a lineup, but not too assertive to keep me from hugging you when I think you need it.
Oh, wait. I think I just described myself. Damn. Too bad I don't have a twin sister I could date. . . . But I don't. If this sounds like you, then the hotmale you should look for is SpongeBobSexyPants!
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