I have a deep appreciation for the minutiae of life."Stories only happen to those who can tell them," and I take pride in my ability to notice the stories in mundane life and tell them. My hope is to meet someone who can come home from work or a night out and have a better story to tell than that of one who had just been in Costa Rica for 3 months.
I'm full of idiosyncrasies, and more so than any physical attributes, nothing turns me on like a woman's quirks that are unique to her. It's like her behavioral fingerprint and it's going to be a large part of the reason why we'll either get along famously or euthanize our budding relationship. Some of mine include my unconscious tendency to stand on the edge of my right foot while peeing and the ability to evoke the feeling of homesickness by rubbing my own nipples (don't you dare try to do this to me in the hopes of making me homesick- it only works when I do it and you will only succeed in making me horny).
I use my right hand for anything that requires power and my left for anything that requires precision (but don't worry, I'm sexually ambidextrous). I believe that this physical reality has resulted in a strange contradictory consciousness: I have the ability to notice the qualitative details across many different areas typically unique to the dominant side of one's brain, and I can find hidden connections among such info, but stepping back and looking at the whole picture can be tough for me. Sometimes I feel as if I'm walking through a cave with a super focused flashlight, able to brilliantly light up a tiny part of the wall, but unaware of the wall, critters and stalactites/mites around it. I vacillate between being proud of my ability to see my part of the wall and ashamed of my inability to notice the rest of the cave. This is why fields like macroeconomics, global politics and astronomy make my brain explode in a wonderful but infuriating way.
Ok- is this enough? I think this is enough.