i’m 49 but feel 19 most of the time.
i’m 5’11”, skinny, i have hair and I’m ridiculously healthy. i have the energy of a lightning bolt. but i’m goofy looking.
i have a house, a car, a sucky job, a 401k and a garden; i raised a child. i am dependable and domestic. but i will never be rich. i choose to live simply. i feel sorry for people with lots of stuff.
i’m a vegan, an atheist, a liberal and an insomniac. i love nature, animals, horror movies, old books, vintage kitsch, mst3k, cemeteries, ethnic foods, experimental music, rain, snow, flowers and bees . . . my enthusiasm sometimes exhausts people. i don’t give a damn about pop culture or sports or beer. i will have a whiskey or two in appropriate company.
i have been told i am charming and funny, but hard to get to know. i suck at small talk. i’m awkward in social situations. i am mostly a wallflower, although i have my moments.
i like driving places and seeing things. i’ve been to the heidelberg project in detroit. i’ve been to the pauper’s cemetery in new orleans. i’ve climbed to the top of the moonville tunnel. i’ve been lost in the cleveland flats at 2AM.
i have happy friends who flit from one sexual relationship to the next without ever falling in love or coming to any harm. i kind of envy them; but know myself too well. i've been divorced for several years now and have outgrown the desperation of youth. if i can't find the real thing i will have nothing at all.
i’m looking for a woman who loves animals and plants and art and music and being alive, who has a sense of humor and adventure, who is kind of a freak and happy about it.