So, now you know some things about me. At this point in our relationship, I feel like it might be okay to ask you something. Are you, by chance, a sexy amputee? If so, will you come live in my bedroom? I promise all the cuddling you could want. We can be best friends! I will let you ride my unicorn, provided that you have enough limbs to hang on." - FH
I think it's important to point out that I enjoy being vulgar from time to time. I think it's important. Very often? Probably not. Can I still be kind? It's my default way to act until I figure out how to properly address you/what you like. I'm out to prove that vulgarity and manners aren't mutually exclusive.
I find it very important to not have things as sacred. All topics should be able to effortlessly slip from being serious to being a joke to serious again.
I'm looking for friendship. I'm married, so not really looking for much more in that field. But don't run away just yet. The partner is cute_storm, and ridiculously perfect for me. But I'd like some friends. Or just someone to go do something with. Meet a new face, hear about someone else's life.
I don't easily consider people friends. That's not to say that I'm not friendly, but rather that I feel 'friend' is a selective term for someone I'd like to spend a lot of time with, regardless of how I'm feeling emotionally.
I'm not impulsive. In fact, I can easily be a wet blanket. This is not really something I'm proud of, and always at odds with. When friends bring me out somewhere and take me out of my comfort zone, all usually ends well and I enjoy myself.
But I do love doing a lot of nothing. I consider staying home to be an acceptable activity. Most of my time gets wasted on the internet, and I'm okay with that.