Anyway, I am who I am. This self summary shit disturbs me, as trying to make a commercial of who I am feels pretty contrived. I am a man in my mid-thirties who enjoys life at a much more irresponsible level than my age should dictate. That doesn't mean I'm whoring around, slamming anything that moves (quite the opposite), but I tend to be immature and silly and still view life with a sense of wonderment akin to a child.
I'm a pretty awesome guy, I suppose, if I must toot my own horn (if the word toot made you giggle we might get along swimmingly). I am a generous, kind, devoted, compassionate fellow who, after looking at that that sentence, realized I describe myself as more of a pet dog than a man. But hey, who doesn't love puppies!? Seriously, if you don't like puppies, we probably won't mesh.
What else should I say? I am a lover of love, a realistic romantic (which means I throw up a little when I read this). I cry a bit when something touches me, whether it be a movie or a book or a great bowel movement. I love openness and honesty and hockey and football (let's keep this in perspective; I still do generate a decent amount of testosterone).
I was a fatty. My taste buds are still a fatty, in so much as that I love cookies and cakes and all sorts of homemade baking, but I have spent the better part of the last few years taking much better care of myself. I was once 240 lbs and am now down to 175 lbs, and I attempt to eat and act like a healthy human being as much as possible. I have discovered that running is a passion and that healthy foods don't necessarily mean foods that taste like anus. I will always enjoy a meal made from 100% grease, and if you put a box of donuts in front of me I will hate you with every glorious bite. But for the most part, I watch what I consume and enjoy having a mostly clean diet.
Bloody hell, this is long. Are you still reading? Why?! Message me and ask me the questions relevant to you.