I'm not on an active search for The One. If The One came along that would be swell and I wouldn't say no. But I think it would be great, too, just meeting a drama-avoidant someone who likes to go to art stuff and hike.
About me: avid hiker and reader, INTJ, arts consumer, tattoo enamored, international traveler, ex feral mohawked punk-rocker, bleeding heart liberal, impromptu 1 am beach tripper, idiosyncratic, community volunteer/politically involved, quasi-Portland native.
Proudly introverted; but, I apparently have facial blindness (yeah, I thought it sounded made-up too) and these two things conspire brilliantly to make me socially awkward.
I work in emergency management. Trucks with big flashy lights and noisemakers. Which is mostly convenient, since my misadventures at cooking make my kitchen a perpetual arson scene.
I am learning to cook, though! Emphasis on learning. On my last dish, I couldn't figure out where the food ended and the plate began. I dumped it in the toilet to cut out the middle man.
As you might have guessed, I lied about my age. I'm not 107. I work with people who show up on OKC and I inflate my age to hide my profile from them. No paranoia, I just like to keep my personal life personal. I'm 36.
Or I'm lying about lying and I'm actually a 107 year old non-sparkly vampire.