I'm a little more Ted Mosby than Barney Stinson when it comes to dating. Though, actually both of those guys are lame. Forget I said that. I'm neither of them. I'm more like Achilles...from the movie Troy. Or the Brawny Man, but imagine him, like, playing an electric guitar, during a thunder storm, on a mountain, while raising a pack of wolf puppies who were abandoned by their abusive father, and I shun society but only because of some mysterious past that you don't know yet. And every time you ask, "just who are you anyways!?" I look pensively off into the distance and say, "forget it, kiddo. You don't wanna know" and then I bull whip a nearby branch and swing you over to my tree house mansion.
All that aside, I'm pretty nice n' all. I went to Berklee for music, but I'm not an exhibitionist. I like writing, but I don't smoke cigarettes and gaze out the window pretending to be esoteric. I like getting lost in deep scientific or philosophical discussions but I also like fart jokes. I like to exercise but I don't own any cut off t-shirts. I'm outdoorsy but I don't smell like a hobo. I'm pretty nice to hobos. I'm addicted to travel... that's probably enough spoilers for now.