No? You willingly clicked on my thumbnail, and you are now reading my profile? You have made the mighty commitment of appearing in my "visitors" section, and perhaps you will find me worthy of 4, or perhaps even (ah a boy can dream!) 5 stars?
Well since you are here, gentle reader, let me tell you a little about myself; the good, the bad, and the oh-so compelling ugly.
My name is Jean. I was born in France where I grew up until the age of nine, until an employment opportunity in the good ol' US of A called my father's name. My whole family moved out to California. Sixteen years later (including four spent in an east coast college) I am still here while my family has moved back to France.
I have been working in sales since college in several capacities. I even spent the last year running my own company until a nasty little beast called bankruptcy reared its head around the corner and vanquished my dreams of being a big shot suit-wearing, cigar-smoking, daytime cognac-swilling titan of industry in a shiny skyscraper. What are you gonna do? Nothing ventured nothing gained! I am now returning to gainfully working for somebody else.
I have two great passions, the first of which is writing. In college, I spent a year composing a two hundred page fictional biography of the French writer, Nobel laureate, and twentieth-century playboy Albert Camus, whom I consider a genius. Nobody will publish it, but I say time well spent! My second great passion is soccer, both watching and playing. I played for four years in college (well, polished the bench with my sumptuous butt for three and played for one!) and have been a fan since I was a little kid.
Other important things: I snore like an old dial-up modem, sing musicals to my plants (can you believe they still die?), and scream at my TV when my sports teams under-perform.
Well, that is all, dear visitor! But please do not stop here. Peruse my profile, discover my tastes, glance upon what I am "looking for!" And if you fit the bill, drop me a line! Perhaps we can go for a drink. That is, of course, if and only if, you are emotionally prepared to be serenaded in French!