Lived overseas twice, and only once was it a complete disaster. I have a serious case of wanderlust so I guess I'm looking for someone who's either going to cure me of it or come with me.
singing. pretty good.
playing showtunes at 4am
being nice without being a fucking Brady about it.
housework. especially washing up. I get way too much pleasure from washing up.
being fucking funny as balls.
sex. all respondents give me a "good" or "very good" on the compulsory exit survey.
dealing with kids.
dealing with grandmas.
adapting to unfamiliar social settings.
writing things. not my handwriting though. that's appalling.
stressing about being organised.
spending money. I bought a speak 'n' spell on ebay and I still don't know why. I wasn't even drunk.
any food from Vegan organic lentil puffs to delicious baby seal tears are fine by me as long as it's done well.
"Secret History" by Donna Tart
"Shipping News" by E. Annie Proulx
Whatever he writes by Bill Bryson
Ditto Margaret Atwood
My nerdy author is Terry Pratchett, whom I've been reading since I was a dorky unpopular gay kid in a country town.
Music, literally anything. Like, anything. Yes, even whatever shit music you can name, I'll find a reason to like it. I think.
The Alien Movies. Actually the first one. And maybe the second one. Then it got dumb.
Theatre. I love theatre.
You haven't seen the Lego Movie (I haven't either and I want to watch it with someone else who hasn't).
You're actually seriously looking for a relationship. I don't care where you are in the world. It's not that big.
You have poor impulse control like I do. Or maybe not. That could be catastrophic.
Or if you were a retarded child like I was and thought that Bert and Ernie were real people.