I like good writing, music that makes my heart hurt, sex with someone who can make my heart hurt, talking in bed, ice cream, amateur choreograpy, and lines that show what you've been doing with your face your whole life. I like knowing what my partner is thinking from across the room, being told the truth for the right reasons, and sitting on the extremely iffy recliner on my front porch at night reading a book.
I don't like (or am indifferent to) making money for its own sake, branding myself, networking, public notoriety, giant vehicles, Botox, waxing, real estate, lying for personal gain, guilt trips, polyester, and unnecessary rudeness.
I fit the Jungian definition of an introvert, i.e., someone who recharges by being alone. I will be very attentive to you when we’re together, but if you need for us to be together all the time there will surely be trouble.