So. Here we are. On the OKC. It's always a debate on whether to try and pour your soul out here for strangers to reject you from their couches, or just write something mildly witty in hopes of getting a laugh. But if you can't find love on the internet, then where can you find love!? IRL? Neptune, perhaps?
A few years ago I came to a fork in the road. Today, I do what I love and work really hard at it. I work from home and hopefully one day can do my job from anywhere. Maybe from a sailboat? Or the south of France? Want to spend your winters in the south of France? Stick with me, baby. Or find someone rich. You'll get there if you just believe in yourself.
Toronto has never been better than it is today. But I do want to miss California. Especially on shit cold days like today. I've lived all over the world, but am really still a farm town boy. Much like Wesley from the Princess Bride. You should always think of me as Wesley. Or the Man in Black. Maybe Inigo? I'm pretty tall, so I'm kinda like Fesek too. God, maybe I'm the six-fingered man and I just don't know it. What I'm saying is, I like knowing my neighbours and Toronto is cool. I smile at strangers. Not in a creepy way. I'm nice. Just ask my neighbours. (except the jerk who lives down the street. Don't ask him). Community is different to me is more than a social circle.
I'm a big storyteller (more so after a few adult pops) and have been known to even do it publicly (fully clothed). I'm more into campfires than concrete most of the time. But you're not allowed to have campfires in your backyard anymore. What kind of world do we live in? I have somehow found a balance between them urban and the wilderness, but I need more time in out there...bring out my inner wild man. I already have the beard, so that's gotta have a use in the sticks. Warmth, I guess?
I ride my bicycle year-round because I hate the TTC and don't own a car. I will own a car one day. And get a dog. God, I want a dog. Do you have a dog? I'll be a good boyfriend if I get to hang out with your cool dog. Oh, and I dance. I'm tall, and white, but man, this boy can shake it. I probably won't go to Electric Island because I'm not a douchebag with a shaved chest, but can we go to live funk or maybe a Cuban salsa band? That'd be better
I'm taller than almost everyone on earth, athletic despite long bouts of sitting at my desk writing like a fiend, ride motorcycles whenever I get a chance (I am all about flash and trash, baby. Flash and trash), and love the mountains and the water. Lakes and rivers are paradise. Put me in a canoe or in a great cafe (I might have an actual caffeine addiction) and I'm happy.
Well, if you made it this far, you figured out that I tried to blend the soul with the mild wit.
If any of that sounds good, let's talk. If it all sounds terrible, let's talk and try and learn each other's perspective in hopes of building a better society together.
Telling stories, making you laugh, driving, and solving problems.
Something to write with/on.
Good, good lovin'.
For all those of you who want to have big, grand stories to tell your grandchildren, write me.