I've always rather pompously considered myself a student of humanity. Stories matter to me, but not as much as the people attached. I generally find and appreciate the basic humanity in everyone and we generally find a way to relate.
Perhaps a bit stoic as of late but I want to be silly again. It's there -- warm and wonderful - but it takes the right person to bring it out.
House-trained, quick with wit, self-deprecating but largely actualized... secretly self-assured. Remarkable in the right light, quite dastardly in others.
I said to an old friend's mother the other day that I want to settle down. She said, "Andy, you will never be boring. You aren't capable of it." I really wish I was. But, there are a lot of ways to skin a cat, well, really any animal (though I think cat mutilation is especially awful) and I am still of the opinion that commitment can lead to even greater adventure, at least with the right kind of of co-conspirator..
But, I mean, this is really a quick con, isn't it? I'm no good at the hard sell, and infinitely more cute/funny/endearing/precious/likable/afable/etc in more intimate environs. So maybe message me and I'll emerge from my shell and/or appear out of the internet, as complex and intriguing as advertised?
I like smart, sassy, intelligent women with open hearts in the face of an equally healthy sense of cynicism. Dedication, thoughtfulness, forgiveness, and love without reserve. Ideals over interests.
I'm done chasing girls, but I'll move heaven and Earth for the right woman.