Hmm...hopefully the sarcasm translated. Although it’s true about vacuums.
To be sincere, I must be with people who stimulate me intellectually and they must have a wicked sense of humor, enjoy word play and puns.
A little about me: I lived in Spain for 4 years, am ambidextrous, have won more than one calf (legs not cows) competition, judge an annual chili cookoff (poorly) and once took third place in a bike rodeo.
My entire life, they and I stress THEY have used these adjectives to describe me: dynamic, creative, compassionate, outgoing, funny, strong (emotionally and mentally, less so physically but I can lift heavy things) and a few souls have ventured to call me sexy. I am also very humble and don't enjoy compliments a lot. I have an internal confidence that people recognize, possibly through my self-deprecating humor.
When I was twenty-four, I found myself. I truly found myself. I was living in a village two hours north of Barcelona, Spain, where I lived for over four years, and then suddenly one day there I was. I haven’t changed philosophically since then although becoming a father added a dimension to my beliefs.
I have secretly left flowers at friend’s houses and yet fall asleep every time I enter a church. I take pride in helping people carry random things, but think Karma is too forward-looking and retributive. I try not to live my life based on anyone's concept of punishment and reward, yet hold myself to high standards.
Oh, and I don't know who Ed Hardy is.