I've been single for some time now, so any self-summary at this point should only serve to adequately paint me as a loner and sure, I've learned to like being single; I've gotten quite used to it -- used to conquering the days alone and when I come home to no one in particular, something that was once vexing, I don't mind it very much.
My life is a little wacky, but whose isn't? Some days I'm a movie star. Most days I'm a wallflower.
I just recently moved back to LA after moving home for a couple of years to take care of some family business. I'm happy to be back. I'm living alone for the for the first time in my life which is a huge change for me. I've always had roommates, so I'm excited to have my own place.
I work for a psychiatrist in West Hollywood and I'm learning that I love my job, but it's stressful and I'm a workaholic. I attribute my long hours to not having a man in my life. I think I'll cool it a little once I have someone to look forward to after work. :) If anything, I'd love to build a good, close circle of gay friends to spend time with; I'm all about a good happy hour!
I love to cook. It's very relaxing. I love to bake. I love following a recipe. I love improvising a recipe.
I love to run, when I'm not feeling lazy. Did that make sense? I know everyone says it's bad for the knees, but I love it. I have a selection of playlists on my iPhone for my jogs and their coinciding mood. There's no better feeling for me than when I'm about to give up and walk the rest of the way home and the perfect song shuffles into my headphones. It always happens at the perfect moment too.
I love taking baths. I like to soak late at night; with or without Epsom salts, with or without bubbles, usually by candlelight and soft music.
If you've read this far, pat yourself on the back as you are amongst a lowly few who actually read these things. Actually, you're amongst the lowly few who actually read. Kudos!