I have a tendency to find things that I like and stick with them, despite coveting something new to draw me out of the world I know. I hold my friends closer than a microphone on a night of drunken karaoke. But maybe that's just because I'm lucky enough to be surrounded by people who spit electricity, shit fire, and laugh at the profundity of the universe.
I love the words picnicking and frolicking, despite the fact that I rarely do either of them.
I'm married, and it is, quite frankly, the shit. But my wife and I both love going off, meeting new people, and making a variety of fancy quiches with them. So, I'm not going to have your baby. But I'm also not just in search of the next quick fuck.
If you're good people, I'm game for anything. However, if the mention of open relationships makes your last meal repeat, you probably don't want to contact me. Except to tell me how sexy I look with moustache.
I am self-castigating, secretly ambitious, and minty fresh