My time is split thrice between New York, Tampa, and Asheville, with trips to more exotic destinations when convenient. I'm not as much a traveler as this might suggest... actually, I'm unsure if that's true or not, anymore.
How to say this kindly: if you're happy all the time, not your kind of guy. Emotions... you need more.
"Sometimes, you have to run. Not out of fear, desperation, or even happiness. Monster at your back or no, the feeling builds until you're already doing it, feet bleeding as the horizon gets closer and closer.
And there goes my lover, driving by, one eye on the road and the other with a glint that says 'you know we had a car, right?' Hopefully, she slows down enough so I only feel half stupid."
Horror films, biology, physics, the Singularity, lazy days, water, vegetables, damn good wine, driving, sleeping strange hours, showers, interior design, computers, cheesy romances, getting really angry when I stub my toe, long nights, books, books, books, history, fashion, Manhattan, Classical Greek Cynicism, the human condition, Catalina Island, zombies, science debates, sex and knowledge, weird food, equal rights, empathy, subtle glances, philosophical conflict, avoiding death, the list goes on. I wear suits... a lot.
I hate animals. No, really. Never been a fan. Own a horse ranch and rescue horses... and dogs... and a cat... and birds... turtles... look, animals piss me off. But, that's no excuse to treat them poorly. I take the same approach to other people, as well.
Travel-wise, I've been to every state on the East and West Coast except Maine, and every Western European country except Italy. I loathe Paris... much prefer London or Spanish towns, especially Toledo or Valencia. In the US, New York is fantastic, but I also have a deep love for the mountains in western North Carolina. Ask me about them, sometime.
As far as humor goes, I laugh at almost anything. Exceedingly dry sarcasm is at max, but, you know... sometimes a six year old with paint on their face can make me chuckle all day. My Briggs profile says I am an INTJ, but also says a lot of crap that isn't true and too broad to be of any use. There is a joke in there, for anyone paying attention.
Beneath my "I love Jesus" skin is a tattooed degenerate with a dark personality and a cynical disposition, always looking for a chance to cause subtle mayhem to the system. Which system? Not sure. It's 90% plotting, 9% execution, and 1% anarchy. But, seriously: my looks are purposely deceiving. I'm a pacifist with a mean streak, never afraid to lift someone up by the throat or defend my person; I abhor fighting, and having to see or be a part of violence depresses me to no end.
"Are you shitting me, Elsa?"
Things I consider facts:
-the only warfare is class warfare.
-a young child should have hair on the holidays. Screw cancer.
-"perspective" is just an excuse to be indecisive.
-giving a **** is the most important thing you can do.
-the throat and abs are sexy.
-crying is for happiness.
-it is not okay to compare anyone to Hitler. Stop it.
-we all have secrets.
I dunno, mildly excite me with something other than bungie jumping or sky diving. Tell me to shut up and get on the plane, 'cus we got places to go (metaphorically or literally).
Whatever you think you glean from my appearance, you'd be wrong.