I wonder how much of what I say really matters. Do you just skip the profile and look at the pictures? Yea, I know, sometimes I do it too.

I am smart, witty, sarcastic, caring, loving, protective - you know all the qualities a girl appreciates. When she is 40. Did I mention I am cynical too? But mostly in a good way.

It isn't that I am anti social. But getting plastered isn't my idea of a good time. I really want to listen to what people have to say too, until they say something so utterly stupid that I feel like banging my head against a wall. I am sorry to report - your average citizen is a moron. So I keep to myself more often than not. Yea, I guess that makes me weird. So be it.

I own a small aviation service business. I do avionics all sorts of aircraft. I travel the world to do this. I am always learning and am always challenged. I dig it. A lot. I get an amazing sense of accomplishment going from scribbled notes and following through to a complete project, all with my hands (and aforementioned wit). But yea, sometimes I wish I could kick ass like a secret agent gone rouge a la Jason Bourne and hook it up with Lola. That would be cool right?

I am also a competitive skydiver. I am a risk taker. It is hard to explain, but what I do is on the very high risk side with a bit of stupid. It keeps me on my toes.

I am focusing on better understanding people, society and the workings between them. I spend a lot of time reading online: blogs, editorials and news aggregates. Reddit.com is my friend. Bacon.

A wise friend once told me to find the perfect person, you need to make yourself the perfect person. Much easier said then done. How does one really go about this?

I am seeking a partner-in-crime when I embark on my next escapade. Someone who both compliments me and challenges me.

Powernapping, swooping, emptying Tabasco bottles, my work, listening, driving like I rented it, road trips, cuddling, eating, learning, listening, Airplanes, Flying, Aviation, helping my friends, helping strangers, being random and worshiping his noodly appendages.

My codpiece. No really, its quite stunning. Batman would be jealous. My eyes are up here ma'am.

I promise not to pretend to like what you like to sleep with you. I might put some more here. Just so much that I like, that I want to associate with, to use it to identify "The Derek." So I will leave it empty. Find out by asking me.

My parachute (literally). High gas prices, something else, superficial menial possession and stuff. I LOVE STUFF. Junk too, especially junk in the trunk.

String Theory, Ladder Theory (Clicky)

Politics. Personal liberties. Why men are stupid and women are crazy. I spend a lot of time reading various groups on Reddit.com

Working. Driving. Snoring. Thinking. Loving. Learning. Scheming. Travelling.

Some people can be misled by my jokes and sarcasm. Do not be fooled; I'm a romantic at heart, passionate, maybe even a little sappy. I also cheated on the Slut test.

You can handle something real. A healthy challenge. A new outlook.