1) This is a long profile. It was recently called "The War and Peace of profiles." Much like that classical masterpiece, it might be worth your time to read it to the end. Pay special attention to the "you should contact me if" section.
2) If you've noticed me visiting your profile more than once I most likely find you interesting. However, I am terrible at making the first move. So, if you are at all interested, go ahead and shoot me a message and let's talk.
3) Just a quick promise/FYI: You will never be the most important thing in my life. That spot is taken by another woman (look at "My Details" and put two and two together).
***Now, down to business!***
I am the bastard love-child of Henry Rollins and Eddie Izzard (minus the drag). If you know who these men are you pretty much know me; you know how my mind works, what to expect from me, and my body type (more Henry than Eddie on that score). I am happy and proud to be able to say that I've seen both of them perform live (and in the case of Henry several times).
I'm really trying to come off at least as interesting as I actually am, but an online profile makes that pretty tough. Power through, and just know that when you actually get to know me it'll be worth it. Here goes...
One "I'm" and five "I":
I'm a 21st century digital boy.
I am an adult living an adult life.
I am old enough now to have wisdom, experience, and patience.
I am experienced enough to know what I do and do not want and need in others.
I am at a point now where I can appreciate quality over quantity.
I have learned to value time together and appreciate time apart.
Both I and this profile are a constant work in progress.
This section should really be called "random facts about me." At least, that's how I'm going to treat it. Seriously, you need to know that combination of fairly ordinary things that make me me.
I have a big head. I don't mean that in the sense of having a big ego. I mean that I physically have a big head. If you look at my pictures, you will notice me wearing bucket hats in two of them. Those two hats were custom made for me by a local seamstress, because hats are not actually made in a size that fits me. One-size-fits-all baseball caps? Yeah, right...
I am an aural learner, which can be demanding of my surroundings. Often you just can't tell if I'm having a conversation/discussion with you or thinking out loud. The trick is to realize that I'm doing both.
SSC - If you know what this refers to just stop reading for now and shoot me a message. Once you've sent me the message, by all means keep reading.
Apparently, a lot of guys just look at the pictures and then write thoughtful and/or asinine messages to the ladies. I don't do that. I read your profile, look at your pictures, and, above all, I check your answers to those questions I think are important. And then I write a message that is supposed to be thoughtful but probably come off as asinine.
A big pet peeve of mine is getting the answer "I don't know" to the question "what do you think?" I didn't ask what you know, I asked what you think. When I want to know what you know I will ask you about that.
I am native Swedish and constantly feel the need to apologize for things like Ingmar Bergman, Ace of Base, Roxette, RedNex, ABBA, Robyn, and, yes, IKEA. I did (finally) get around to reading "The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo," but I don't see exactly what was so fantastic about it.
You would think that I would have learned to go to bed at a reasonable hour by now, but no.
Some day, soon, I will learn to play the mandolin.
Blimps (airships) freak me out. They shouldn't be able to just sit there, but they are. Creepy, really creepy.
My favorite weather is rain.
I have a small obsession with prime numbers.
I have no tattoos but I am planning to get several.
My screen name is the only thing I could think of when I signed up. I have since realized that my screen name should have been GrammarNazi (Or GrammarFascist, probably. That's less politically incorrect, right?).
I always have to think about which is my left and which is my right. Every single time.
Every time I play a trivia game, I answer as if I was a contestant on Jeopardy! I can't help it, and I can't fix it.
At some point, I would love to get together with five other people to play clue. In costume. I've got dibs on Colonel Mustard.