You see, I'd recently flown 11,000 miles over three flights to get home from a month long jaunt through Europe. With nothing but my backpack and a good attitude, I manifested a fantastic trip in just about every regard, and the only time I felt truly alone was when I took the long walk to baggage claim, and out to the taxi stand at Portland International.
I guess I just wanted to see my special someone waiting for me curbside.
A dreamer, a doer, and generally one of the good guys. A basement musician, a a private pilot, marathoner, fisherman. Authentic to a fault, and I can really work a room. Happy to follow, and in a vacuum of leadership, I'm likely to take the helm.
Something like a modern-day Ben Franklin.
I'm liked by many and truly known by just a handful. Those who do will tell you that I can be a bit irascible and self-critical from time to time; they would also say that I'm particularly creative, courageous, and hysterically funny.
I'm not sure if its cool for a dude to consider himself "sexy", but I can dig the feeling. There. I said it.