I am a long-divorced skeptical-atheist-agnostic with no kids. I am routinely estimated to be 10 years younger than I am. I am either the middle child, the youngest, the oldest, or an only child, depending on how you're looking at my family. I've lived in metro-Detroit my whole life, but have no intention of dying here.
I have enjoyed the Amazing Meeting, CSICon, the Mensa Annual Gathering (I'm not a member), the World Steampunk Convention, American Atheists National Convention, Detroit Anime con, ScareFest, the American Sewing Expo, and other even more unrelated conventions. (I love gatherings of like-minded people, even if I'm not of their mind.) I have spent the night in Lizzie Borden's bedroom and in the upper gallery of the Mutter Museum. (Where next?) I write for a local arts and culture blog and see 40+ art/music/performance shows a year. On the other hand, I've also been known to come home Friday night and not leave again until Monday morning.
I have an opinion about most things — often, more than one opinion — but don't always offer it because I think most people don't actually care. This makes me seem quiet. But trust me, if you ask, I'll go on...
I sew/craft/make, and feel best when wearing something I've made. I made a genuine, but futile, effort at learning the accordion. I'm a crack shot. I watch debates for fun. I wrote my own version of Poe's "Annabel Lee," also just for fun.
Even mediocre improv will make me laugh myself silly, and there's nothing funnier to me than good standup. Except maybe chickens. Chickens crack me up.