Concerning the flying side-kick picture posted: I joke that I am proficient in "ha lee wuud kung fu" but I'm not a martial artist nor do I espouse violence. The image is relevant to my personality though, as I do appreciate and aspire to kinetic style, and, I suppose, grace.
I picture myself as an easy going man who is fascinated by the human condition and awed and enthused by the beauty and complex interconnectivity of this thing we call existence. I imagine my strong points as being my sense of humor, my personality, my intellect, and my perceptiveness. I am also exceedingly loyal and honest---occasionally to my own detriment—and perhaps above all I look for and deeply appreciate these qualities in those close to me.
I see many kinds of humor within the serious to the absurd, and I love to ferret it out with, or for, others. This has frequently been known to result in the mirthful detachment of some associated posteriors.
I love camping, picnicking or perhaps mostly just rambling around and exploring in the outdoors. Conversely, I appreciate what the big city has to offer, especially when it provides for culinary/cultural experiences I've not had before.
I enjoy and respect socially concocted notions such as fashion, etiquette, and tradition. But am perhaps a bit too independent to be unquestioningly bound by them or to take them inordinately seriously, unless respect for others calls for it.
I was raised by a feminist. This has made what I hold as its positive mark in my creed.
I eschew crappy food that pretends not to be crappy. A fast food hamburger is not terribly pretentious. Some store bought cheesecake with a name like "Artisan Ovens" and a three finger ingredients list, is.
I am interested in, and like to prepare high quality food. But as implied, occasional lower quality food is by no means beneath me, unless it is because I am devouring it.
I do have discerning tastes regarding many things beyond food, but I am not a snob nor do I need those tastes to be constantly fulfilled.
I would not call myself very materialistic.
When I hang with someone, and we groove on one another, I find that our time together is often like a series of little adventures.
Perhaps adventure awaits?