I'm a European mutt, the largest accountable percentage of my lineage is Danish (cheese filled, I'd suspect).
I live in the moment, just maybe not the current* one.
I consider myself to be a disillusioned optimist.
All I know is what I read on the Internets.
I am kind, sweet, witty ... no I am a man! Not a list of adjectives!
Yellow is a sadly neglected and misunderstood/mischaracterized color. The world needs more of it.
Sarah: You're not serious are you?
The Doctor: About what I do? Yes. Not necessarily about the way I do it.
I'm pretty sure the universe has a sense of humor/irony. I will curse its indifferent indifference from time to time ("Why me? Why anyone?") but I also admit sometimes I feel like it's looking out for me.
I have not been to nor do I have any intention of ever going to Las Vegas.
A song is something you sing. If I like singing it to myself as I'm walking down the street, that's how I know I've written a song.
I am a collector at heart -- music, tea, jazz festival tea shirts, books, ceramic cookware, guitars, dust bunnies ... You could say I have a collection of collections. There's something about being able to appreciate the different qualities and varieties of something, to cultivate a knowledge of the different shapes, aromas or tones or what have you, to be surrounded by something you love and have all these varieties to chose from and further explore. A collection is curated and has limitations imposed on it. This this altogether different than hoarding.
I'm looking for someone who's goofy enough to not take herself too seriously but not afraid to be genuine and open. Someone who is kind. Someone who likes to banter about with words. Someone who likes to cuddle.
No smokers. No heavy drinkers. No religious freakers.
* There are lots of lovely moments, in the past, the future, or just imagined -- it seems silly to confine yourself to just the present one.