I'm part Swede, part Norwegian, and part Bohemian. Yeppers, when it comes to the gene pool, I got screwed.
I have six brothers, and all our names start with the same letter. Just to make it challenging, that letter is W.
So yeah, all of this is true, and carefully crafted to say nothing actually meaningful. So here's the rest:
I am my own worst critic. I don't drink. Put me in a crowd, i'll seek the corner, and it will take alcohol to make me relax. Which is a bit of a conundrum.
I'm good with children and old folks. It's just those in between i seem to have problems with.
I'm not looking for perfect. I'm looking for someone who has lived, has won some and lost some, and carries on. I want someone to home to, who wants to hear the minutae of my day, no matter how tedious it may be, and i want to hear yours. Stay in and talk, curl up on the couch, light a fire and tell stories of when we were young? Sounds great. Go out, whatever that might be? Also great...just not all the time, not for me, even when i was young.
I make my own maple syrup. I may be biased on the subject, but yes, it is the best. I grow the hottest peppers known to man. I know how to speak to a range of animals, and have been known to do so while completely sober.
TV shows...gotta be Game of Thrones, and The Big Bang Theory. otherwise, I'd be just as happy if the tube were a fishtank. Maybe that's why they made the thin sets, to reduce the ease of repurposing.
When it comes to music, I have a peculiar selection. As a representative sample, Spike Jones, Gregorian chant, and Mongolian throat singing.
As far as food, I'm not picky. Not too spicy, my Scandinavian heritage, while noted for risk taking endeavors, was not particularly blessed with gastronomic excellence.
fresh milk and volleyball
watermelon and language
I'll ponder most anything. From theology to ethics to how to solve the current political fiasco. I'm leaning to cattle prods. And I've fuggured out the ethics of that one, because I'm not so sure that elected officials qualify as sentient.
How does one judge a pick up line? I guess the only criteria is whether or not it worked; keep this in mind.
(drunk guy walks up to long legged brunette at a keg party) "Have any Indian in you?" he asks. She shakes her head and he continues, "want some?"
I have a cousin who was the brunette in question. She married the guy. And I share the gene pool.