I'm Cheryl. Not to be mistaken for Cheryl Cole, however. Try not to confuse us, though my dazzling beauty might scare you a little.
Mildly awkward, energetic!, and mostly harmless, a few hours in my company will most likely result in a sore body part somewhere; your cheeks from smiling (though I do project my own experiences unto others), your feet from walking or your head from trying to make sense of the things that come out of my mouth. I think a lot and read more than I talk. Hilarity (well, at least I wind up laughing) and fantastic discussions often ensue. Occasionally I mispronounce words, so you'll get the pleasure of correcting me.
I'm changing. Evolving and growing, reaching like a plant toward the sun for a "better" self. My conception of "self" is in a great state of flux. I don't know who I am or what I believe, but I know what I want and where I'm going. It's just the mental scaffolding around the foundation that's shifting.
I hope to find people that relish being alive. In the not-too-distant past, I used alcohol as a social modality. Now that I'm more or less a fully functional human being I crave interactions based on shared mutual interests and excellent conversations rather than, "well it's drink o'clock, let's demolish this 2-4!". I'm sure you're awesome, but if you're not within the GTA I'm absolutely not interested.