I'm deeply curious about the world, and find innumerable ways to try to understand it. Momma raised me right, so not only do I do the dishes without being asked, I don't resent it. And while I'm not much of a cook, I appreciate people who are.
I still read fiction (I seem to be the only guy I know who does ?!?), I love to travel, and I'm up for nearly anything if it's my first time. I'm funny as hell (and modest!) but think sarcasm is too easy and don't like cynicism. I'm as vain as the next guy, and spent enough time in New York to know the value of a good haircut and that pleats suck, but am happiest in an old t-shirt and my Clydes. I find the beauty and diversity of the world constantly humbling and hate pretense; like everyone else I'm insecure enough to resort to the occasional unnecessary allusion.