So do tend to veer towards the irresponsible fun side of life rather than all that buy a house, have a career etc etc - been there, done that, got the T-shirt.
I enjoy life, I love laughing or feeling a wry smile come to my face when you say something cute, I hate cleaning or any house (boat) work, but force myself to do it, enjoy telling stories, making you laugh, watching you roll your eyes in exasperation when I do something particularly stupid, which will be often. Music and reading are staples. Lots of bad habits.
And I am not very good at filling these things out.
Spent the last couple of years back in the UK helping my elderly folks out - strange karma, serendipity, that having lived 12,000 miles away for 20 odd years, by chance I'd just sailed in here when they needed help.
Thought that was all sorted and have just spent 4 months playing in the Med, getting ready to cross the Atlantic. But some god somewhere laughed at that plan and I'm now heading north again, back to Falmouth and the UK for winter. Oh well, always next year.
Why am I on here? Simples. Just looking to meet new people, make friends - somehow doubt there'll be anything long term or serious - but it's always nice to meet, chat, have a drink or a bite in new places - I suppose just to have some fun.
Living the dream, I suppose, but it has it's moments. Wonder sometimes if once I've finished this trip, I'll be a better person.
I know, that's a cop out answer, but it's true. Couldn't live without books, though generally pass on chick lit; there's something special about any live performance; as far as music goes, sliced bread was not god's greatest invention, shuffle was - I live with music though can't play owt, never got past Twinkle Twinkle Little Star on the thick string of a guitar, and with the exception of lemon meringue eat anything put in front of me.
My wet sarong to sleep under at night
you enjoy enjoying the company of a human being of the opposite sex.