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My self-summary
I'm Geoff.
I like cats.
I like cars.
And yes, I twitch. No big deal.
What I’m doing with my life
I've got a lot of things figured out. Promising career progressing, engaging hobbies like latin dance and off road rally racing, close circle of friends, nice apartment to myself, and I already own one of my dream cars.
But yet there is something missing; for years I've put no focus on romance or finding a partner to share it all with. It's about time I did,
I’m really good at
Turns out I'm good at TSD Rally navigating. Good as in first in class and second overall in two different provinces simultaneously, and second overall in a combined series of Western Canada and Northwestern USA. When the only person to beat you is a 6-time national champion who's been competing for twice as long as you've been alive, it feels pretty good.
The first things people usually notice about me
Open facial expressions.
Favorite books, movies, shows, music, and food
Do people actually bother reading these massive lists? Do they really tell you bugger all about someone? I recommend you just skip the whole lot of these blue-tagged eye-glazers; we are not so defined by the media we consume.
Six things I could never do without

If I lose these, put me out of my misery with an appropriately fantastical explosion or falling anvil. Other things, I can do without, albeit less pleasantly.

A sturdy multitool.
Manual Transmissions.
I spend a lot of time thinking about

I marvel at the sheer scale of modern cities; thousands of strangers living completely separate lives bouncing into each other without so much as a second glance. Sardines in cans of concrete and iron.

Massive machines of metal and oil that move us at speeds many magnitudes more than our malleable mortal forms were ever meant to go. Every day we commute distances that our ancestors wouldn't travel in their entire lifetimes. Yet we expect these incomprehensibly complicated contraptions that convey us to continue perfectly every time, on time. And they usually do. We buy and sell them for prices that could provide food to an entire Bangladeshi village for a month.

Continent spanning networks of transmission lines, underwater cables stretching across entire oceans, radio waves and microwaves emitted and received in every pocket; billions upon billions of dollars and entire adult lives devoted to maintaining our ability to send a message across the globe in a split second when those same words would have taken months in our grandparents time. All so that under appreciative pricks like ourselves can send meaningless shit like "sup babe wanna hook up" to girls we've never even seen with our own eyes.

I also think about cute cats, pretty girls, fast cars and sex. They're nice too.
On a typical Friday night I am
Covered in grime and motor oil under an old car, schmoozing with friends, exploring the nooks and crannies of a city, maybe seeing you.
The most private thing I’m willing to admit
I don't have a spleen, just a badass scar where it used to be.
You should message me if
If by some blue moon you also like characterful old cats (or cars) and want to talk about em.

If you can drive stick, because that is awesome and sexy.
If you can't drive stick, because I'll teach you.
The two of us