Talking with my friend, his parents have been married 40 years and they attribute it to the fact they relax every night and have long conversations with each other. They have since day one. This is the kind of connection I'm aiming for in a relationship. If you aren't disposed to conversation we probably aren't a good fit.
I'm a graphic designer and working writer who loves exploring communication and ideas with others. Chat me up about anything. Just to chat!
For the sake of transparency...I feel I should share: yes I will storm out of games of words with friends! Since when are regrinder or chon applicable words??!!!!! ;D
They say dogs will get you chicks, but I'm thinking I should probably get a sedated tiger.
Someone who is high powered, professional, sweet, effervescent, easy going and not too particular (skeptical and slightly ethnocentric balanced with open-mindedness is actually preferred! I'm not perfect either!), witty with a constant, pervasive and disarming laugh. less sarcastic the better, it tends to be a relationship killer.
A good sense of humor ✓
A good head on his shoulders ✓
A good man ✓
Look at that ladies, I'm a unicorn!
I was raised a feminist and a romantic, but not one of those wuss "nice" guy kind. I genuinely see the beauty and appreciate the little things.
I personally prefer the real life version of tinder. While walking down the sidewalk I shove women I find attractive to the right and women I find unattractive to the left. ;)
in closing, let me tell you a tale of my people:
As a child my father let my brother and I watch the movie poltergeist. A few years later according to my mom (seemed like months to me!) We got a box in the mail of some old items a friend of our parents had in their garage from when I was a baby. One of the items was a worn down grungy old clown doll that laughed when you pulled the string on its back. The voice box deteriorated over the years so all it did was give this low to high slow oscillating rundown laugh. Immediately we demanded it burned. Instead my parents put it in their closest on the top shelf. From the room my brother and I shared we could see this closet. We made them put the doll in the back with a lot of boxes in front of it, so if it tried to get out we would see the boxes move first. A few months later my brother and I were dozing off to sleep in our bunk beds when suddenly something came rocketing down the hall into our room and hit the wall we had our heads facing. Suddenly we heard the crazy crown laughter... I leapt from the bottom bunk and took off running for the stairs... I can still hear my slightly younger brother calling out "waait for me!" And the ker-thunk of the removable safety bar on the top bunk as my brother sailed over the side to escape the possessed clown. I dont recall what happened next but my mother relates my father laughing with tears in his eyes as she scolded him but couldn't help but laugh too as the thunk of the clown hitting our room and the parade of rapid pitter pattering feet hitting the floor and down the stairs struck a comical chord. And that is the recollection of my own personal 'Nam
also I do use the correct you're and there!