Now I'd like to boast about how wonderful I am, but the truth is I'm just another hopeless romantic trying to find love on the internet. "Well at least he's honest,” you can tell yourself, "and can he ever spell!"
It's true. Because I read books. I love foreign movies, playing basketball, rock climbing and singing while I bike. I'm really into architecture and urbanism, discovering new music, road trips, trying to become a better person and searching for the best ethnic hole-in-the-walls in town.
I can be serious yet silly. I'm genuine. I listen. I've got my shit together. I love backpacking and my mom.
I've got my flaws, too, but you're not interested in those, right?