I make traditional Finnish knives and other more whimsical ironwork on an anvil with a hammer. I make wimpy noises if you move me when I'm asleep. People tell me that I hum to myself when I work with my hands. I am content with who I am and what I know I can do in my life. Grilled cheese sandwiches and tomato soup make me happy but, if I'm eating out, I aim for well prepared. That didn't stop me from living almost exclusively on popcorn last winter. I like people who smile and a sense of wonder or curiosity turn me on.
I have serious doubts as to the validity, or point, of using this site being an adult male who is capable of articulating his feelings. Many of my female friends who are users liken it to a second job when referring to the effort needed to read all of the messages they receive, while most males seem to be reduced to sending copious amounts of messages to many different people in order to start up a single conversation. It carries with it a slight tinge of desperation from this side of the fence which sometimes leaves a bad taste in my mouth. That being said, I have met people through this page with whom I am still friends today. Just not many.