I'm Jess. I have a wide range of interests.
I read. A lot. A WHOLE lot. I have literally sat down to read 'a little bit' before going out on a Friday night, only to find myself staring at Saturday morning when I finish. My kindle is as full as my bookshelf.
I am music obsessed. I don't listen to much in the way of top 40 anything, but my musical tastes are quite varied. I love Americana, Prog Rock, Freak Folk, Bluegrass, and Indie Rock. The way to my heart is definitely through my headphones.
If you want witty banter, sarcasm, or long-winded stories, you've come to the right man. I can ramble endlessly, weave tangents into a web of a story, and keep a conversation going all night.
I am not a tofu-eating, soy-drinking, velvet-wearing, milk-in-my-coffee Girl Scout Nancy-boy. I am a meat-eating man's man, a modern-day renaissance man; when I work, I sweat, I bleed, and I love every single minute of it. In this day and age, this comes with a stigma, like I'm some sort of woman-hating, wife-beating alcoholic with the emotional range of a hammer.
I assure you, I am not a hammer. What I am is a man who has embraced his masculinity. If you want to meet a guy with moist skin and dyed hair who cries a lot, you're in the wrong place. I will not join the throngs of neutered men who can't tell a carburetor from a radiator.
I am fiercely loyal, protective, generous, and dependable. If you want to trade that for a guy who exfoliates, I won't stop you.
Do not, however, take any of this to mean I am sexist or in any way misogynistic. I am all about equality for all, regardless of gender or sexual orientation or whatever. So, when I hold a door for you, I'm just being polite, not implying that you're weak. I'm just being nice.
At the risk of sounding like an alcoholic, yes, I drink. I do not, however, binge drink like a Friday night frat boy. I prefer establishments with good beer, good ambiance, and good conversation. The kind of place where my gesticulating wildly to someone I just met in the bar line would be a welcome sight, not a strange one.
I definitely prefer quality over quantity. Intellectual exchange is far more important than the alcohol intake.
The exact same holds true of establishments that serve good coffee. Or at least decent coffee with free refills.
That said, I am a named hasher with the local chapter of the Hash House Harriers, the self-styled 'drinking club with a running problem'. It involves a sort of scavenger hunt while running, followed by beer drinking and singing. It's a social activity, and more fun than anything else you're doing on Sunday.
Did anybody actually read this far? If so, I'm impressed.