I admire and appreciate intuitive people.
I like to travel. I've been to 32 states. I've driven coast to coast four times, taking different routes. My longest road trip was Portland, Maine to LA. In December, no less.
Whenever I visit a city, big or small, I like to go to the post office and stand in line. You know, like I live there. Check everyone out. You can learn a lot about a town by observing people at the post office and how they behave. That's where the real people are.
I don't normally like country music... but if I'm on a road trip that's taking me through southern states... I dig it. And pop music too. With Fritos, chocolate milk and beef jerky!
On another note, I would love to own a drive-in theater. Maybe somewhere in the mid-west. I tried to buy an old theater in Memphis, TX about a year ago. Built in 1927 as part of the Texas brand theater chains. It closed in the 1950's and had remained boarded up ever since. The concession stand, ticket booth, seats were all there, along with two vintage projectors. The owner was only asking for 10k.
As far as women go. Let me describe my dream chick. She can cook, very organized, educated. Doesn't necessarily have to have a degree but she knows what's up, smart, fast learner, can see right through me and my bullshit. Calls me on it when I'm getting too ridiculous. Isn't afraid to get dirty, be it helping me build something in the garage or shooting guns in the desert. I prefer that she be more on the meaty side than the skinny side. I love a woman with curves. Great sense of humor, spontaneous and an all around good person.
I find all races attractive, but if you describe yourself as a "nubian queen" in your profile... we're probably not going to get along. Just sayin'. I translate that to "royal pain in the ass."
As for me. Here's what I am and what I'm not. I'm extremely loyal. Never cheated on anyone ever, but I come off like the type who would. haha I'm smart. I can carry on a conversation about most anything. I'm handy and creative. I like to build and refurbish things. I can weld, build shit with wood, cut stuff apart, etc. Pretty good with cars too. I have a ton of tools and want a ton more. I fantasize about a 10,000 square foot workshop loaded with industrial grade tools. Ooooh, the thought! I worked as a paramedic in my 20's and some of my 30's. I have great memories from that time. It shaped me in a lot of ways. I'm a really responsible person. I make rational decisions, pay my bills on time, save money, respect others, and make sure my affairs are in order.
What I'm not? I'm not smooth, per se. I'm kind of socially awkward. I'm a writer so I quietly observe people without their knowing. I'm not a good conversation starter... but once the convo is going... I'm in it. Problem is, I find that I have to dumb myself down a lot because others, often times, are dumb as hell. I'm not very religious, which is to say, I'm not religious at all. I believe in science and evolution. This is our life. There are no god granted do-overs after this. However, in a moment of imminent peril, such as being eaten alive by a crocodile or watching the wings pop off of a plane of which I am a passenger, you may hear me praying aloud on the off chance that it might help.
If you're still here reading... this is probably going to be where I lose you. I want to buy a metal detector. You know, those things with headphones on a stick that old guys use on the beach to find shit with. I want one of those. I want to find shit too. Free shit in the ground that's old or valuable. Not necessarily at the beach... although I'm sure a beach excursion looms in my future at some point. But I want to go out to some old location like an abandoned house that's at least a hundred years old... or a stream bed in Northern Cali where there's gold and silver.
I know, I know, sounds gay... but I don't care. That's what I want. I mean, which sounds better, a pic-nic in the park... or a pic-nic in the park with metal detectors??? Finding a gold ring eight inches under the ground sure would make an egg salad sandwich taste better, wouldn't it?
Just imagine it. We're at Griffith Park lounging on a blanket. Pic-nic basket. Cheese log and crackers. Sipping two-buck-Chuck while we both admire my metal detector leaning against a tree.
"I got it online," I say. "It's waterproof and impervious to three atmospheres."
You seem engaged but behind your smile you're screaming... WHAT A FUCKING DORK!!!
"Shall we give it a whirl?" I ask.
Reluctantly, you set your wine down and join me on our maiden treasure hunt voyage. We hold hands during our walk to the metal detector, partly for good luck, partly because I'm slightly buzzed now and feel that it's that point in the date... for hand holding.
I use the detector without the headphones so we can both enjoy the excitement of the beeps and gargles as this remarkable machine passes over metallic objects hidden beneath our feet.
After twenty minutes of scouring over the earth, we find a 1972 dime, part of an earring, and two bottle caps. We then return to the blanket (headquarters, I call it) for a debriefing of our discoveries and speculation on when these items may have been deposited.
I don't know about you... but that's what I call a date!