If I was a philosopher from ancient greece - i'd be Mediocretes! Seriously though I'm just kickin through this life forging my own path. I own my own business as an independant contract engineer so my professional life is cleanly established .. I am naturally curious and never ready to just sit and do nothing .. although I just moved to hamilton from downtown T.O. I try to travel overseas a few different times a year and I love it.. I am looking to meet people to hang out for whatever - I climb at a mixture of gyms in toronto and here at gravity gym - need partners. Intrested in playing beach volleyball through the winter .. me and a group of friends are taking a good stab at developing our own custom airplane - and yes I am a pilot - with no airplane right now.. though a friend of mine owns 11 .. ****er. I have designed race vehicles for a number of years and have independant designs ready to launch into serious effort .. need a group of designers, engineers, marketers, ad guru's .. etc. And I have appreciation (save understanding) for all arts .. symphony, theatre, all music except country, visual, graphical, architecture, modern, industrial, .. whatever. I feel like i'm in a vacuum here in hamilton - come ye out of the woodwork ..

About relationships .. like life, the best times happen when you least expect them. But when it comes to finding the right woman .. a sense of humour that understands and mirrors mine while keeping me from straying too far off course - pure reciprocity. Comfortable to chill without freaking out after 30 seconds of silence. And physically - nothing is sexier than your eyes - they speak volumes. And mail chat/rants are welcome - expect a good counter-rant if I disagree with your point or just feel like playing devil's advocate.


J.

I would bring you flowers and a big heart box of chocolates. They both would be wrapped with a giant red satin bow with gold trim. I would be wearing an unassuming black tuxedo with a red and yellow polka-dot tie and pointy black shoes shined to a fine mirror - mind you I would have a cowlick in my hair and appear nervous. I would begin to ooze a cheez from every pore on my skin prompting me drop my romantic gestures .. wait .. is it 1945?

Doesn't matter .. we could climb inside the town coin fountain and toss oxidized pennies at each other till we get bored .. we could go shopping for bauhaus collectibles ... grand slams at dennies .. whatever