Ok first off? I am NOT writing a novel. Got it? No novel. (I hear this is the grand ambition of every other heartbroken bachelor.)
Maybe a short story here and there, some light poetry, a few lyrics about how love sucks.... but NO novel.
I used to run the gamut but it was taking too long. So now I bike it.
I'm more of a haiku laureate. a Jewish Viking.
I come from the planet Jew. Sarcasm and humor is the language of my people.
A little edgy and adventurous. I smell good.
I'm an autodidact. A Lite-Brite scholar.
Sangfroid and liberal. Tea party=no, Coffee party=yes.
I need some late-night biking friends. No it's not a euphemism but if you want to interpret it that way, be my guest.
Or invite me over for coffee. I always like fun destinations and good conversation.
Yeah. Coffee. Invite me over for that.
Just don't complain if you have to be up for work in the morning.
It goes without saying I'm tattooed. There, I said it.
People, can we not put so much into the Myers-Briggs types here? They're only a personal evaluation tool, they don't determine or predict compatibility.
Meeting up, getting drunk together and sharing flirtatious glances and innuendos is still history's foolproof method.
“Disappointment came to me,
and booted me,
and bruised and hurt me,
but that's how people grow up.”
Show me your scars and I'll show you mine.