I was born by the river on a moonlit morning, in a room that smelled of alcohol and loneliness. I may or may not have been holding a dog-eared paperback in my tiny hands while waiting to slide down that first bumpy ride into existence.
Ok first off? I am NOT writing a novel. Got it? No novel. I hear this is the grand ambition of every other guy here.
Maybe a short story here and there, some light poetry, a few lyrics about how love sucks.... but NO novel.
I'm more of a haiku laureate.
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 a Lite-Brite scholar. An autodidact.
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.
Getting drunk together is still history's foolproof method.
My previous relationships started online. The last one lasted ten years. (I'm prime LTR material.) I'm a serial monogamist. Communication is paramount.
Love is important but trust is irreplaceable.
(That one took me a while to learn. The hard way.)