Like so many others, I'm here to make new friends, and possibly find that absent piece of my soul. Fancying myself something of a cavalier, I take chivalry quite seriously, although I can be a bit brash at times. I know exactly what I want out of life, and have a crystal clear picture of what lies ahead. Being on the cusp of a new career as an attorney after several years in private security/bodyguarding, I spend considerable time with my studies, but family & friends are always priorities.
In brief, I'm an ambitious, chivalrous, passionately romantic, whiskey-voiced, aspiring attorney who enjoys sailing, esoteric studies, writing, fitness (hiking/running/weight-training), dogs, hitting the beach, coffee on deck at pre-dawn in heavy weather, losing snowball fights to my girl, classical music & literature, singing Blues, playing guitar & piano (even though I'm bloody awful!), environmental activism, board games, simple things, tradition, heraldry, and British humour.
Not to be indelicate or unchivalrous, but we all have preferences:
* I'm totally put off by feminists or dominant women.
* I fit best with a loving, monogamous, old-fashioned, playful girl who doesn't drown herself in make-up.
* I have no interest in bars, clubs, or drugs.
* My lifestyle is about fitness-- not food. I'm attracted to a similar healthy attitude & a trim figure only.
Me- The novella (for the quite amazingly brave)...
Things that flip my switch:
Singing together, a girl who holds my arm with both of hers, one drink - two straws, laughing until we collapse, finishing each other's sentences
Long hair, the way a girl's wet hair clings to her face in the rain, her tight, tattered jeans, being there when she needs me, holding her during a storm
Timeless kisses, being ambushed or pounced on, my girl using me as a bed with her head on my chest, the apple peeling scene of "Sleepless in Seattle"
The simple yet priceless gratitude, sincerity & warmth I've known in third world cultures, falling asleep on a grass mat to the sound of crickets
Accomplishment, travel, backpacking, climbing a tree, standing atop a windy cliff, sitting at fireside, roasting my own coffee beans
Leaving port, making port, lighthouses, luffing sails, the sound of the bow cutting water, getting soaked by whale spray on deck
Relaxing on the street stairs/curb with good company, a cold pint of Guinness®, and warm conversation
Stuff that blows my fuse:
Abuse of the Earth, pounds of junk mail destroying tons of trees, hypocrits in petrol burning vehicles with pro-environment bumper stickers
TV programs depicting animals as evil when they are merely feeding or defending their habitat
Conflict over inane nonsense such as prehistoric hydrocarbons & whose god is bigger and better
Bigotted, hateful, ignorant rednecks
Gluttony, greed, waste, selfishness
Hypocrisy, pettiness, prejudice, sloth
Betrayal, broken promises, injustice
"I yam what I yam, and that's all what I yam."
-- Popeye, putting some moves on Descartes style. ;-)
* Love isn't really love unless reality is rendered abstract.
* I am passionately dedicated, and dedicated to passion.
* Life is meant to be lived, not merely endured, not simply survived.
* Dream big, for fortune truly favours the bold, and Freedom demands eternal vigilance.
* That which does not kill me only makes me stronger, and has made one hell of a grave tactical error.
* It's a dog-eat-dog world, and I'm wearing Milkbone® underwear.
* A narrow mind is a wonderful thing to waste.
* Binding a sparrow's wings stifles it's once enchanting charms; she may be safe, but she can neither fly nor sing.
* Money can buy comfort & convenience, but it cannot purchase true happiness.
* Karma is one serious, blood-thirsty b-itch, and I don't mess about with it!
My ingredients: (not approved by FDA/USDA)
75% Han Solo, 10% Darth Vader, 10% Obi-Wan Kenobi, and 5% Yoda minus the fuzzed-out ears. Natural colour & flavour. Certified organic.
Optional reading, for those whose eyes are not yet bleeding. Some of that which made me...
Bangkok, another sultry night... Sitting on my favourite street curb with my diary, espresso, rapidly melting green tea ice cream, a sweaty Guinness® in my pack, and occasionally chancing a glance at the hazy moon overhead, I scribbled; my mind a tempest aswirl with life changing events...
"Backpacks, boots, ropes, sails & wings... Places, faces and sweat stained pages. From desperation to delight, tranquil temples to terrors, summits to sea floors... Discovery has sculpted me in ways I would never dismiss and could never have foreseen. My desires will never abate."
"So many starving children with pleading eyes and pitiful cries have tugged at the legs of my khakis. Not long ago, beneath Cambodia's merciless summer sun, I offered a tiny wisp of a little girl, perhaps five years of age she was, my partially consumed canteen of water in response to her hand reaching out to touch the leg of my safari kit. I smiled on her and felt such warmth of heart as she ran off toward her parents, canteen in hand, so excited by barely a cupful of clean water, which I had recently filtered from a nearby rather fetid stream. Before she could reach the safety of her parents' arms, a swarm of equally desperate children attacked her, pummelling her to the ground, to steal that water away. I never again will see food and drink as a given."
"Bound by hunger, thirst and abject poverty... Walking and working amidst these amazingly resilient people, it occurs to me that my perceptions of discomfort and inconvenience have been framed by the limits of my own experience and understanding. The walls of my universe, now rendered dynamic, will forever seem inadequate. Were I immortal, my time would not suffice. I want to know them all; all- every thing that lives."
"I adore this Earth, but my compassion does not extend to those who would take it's finite bounties for granted through the exercise of gluttony & greed."
-- Cambodia/Thailand, April 2003-February 2007, excerpted from my diary.
I've sea salt in my blood, a romantic spirit, a protective nature, and a sometimes wry sense of humour. Depending on where I'm standing, sitting, squatting, dangling, floating, flat on the ground, lurking about in the bush, or facing off against my latest cause, I'm called Steven, Da-wen, or Lu Jian Hwei... Care to join me for a pint on the curb?