It is a very difficult thing, to define one's self in a little box. Can anyone, through a couple of examples, reveal his essence? Whatever words I can grasp will never have the richness of the emotion they are meant to convey. How can I show you who I am in a couple of minutes when it has taken me every breath of the last thirty years to even begin to ask myself the same question?

I am the smack of a spinning volleyball against sweaty forearms, the burning of elbow skin against a newly waxed gym floor.

I am the clean sting of chlorine and the tickle of freshly cut grass which clings to wet feet in summertime.

I am the waves of coloured city lights as a car cruises the streets, the skidding of windshield wipers across drizzled glass, the streaking of each light into lines of pink.

I am the scent of burning leaves and smashed pumpkin, and I am the foggy breath off the top of the pond at the cottage.

In the wintertime, I stand at the highest peak waiting to descend on my snowboard, watching the snow gently fall against the frozen lake and felt the cool winter wind and thought that I had found absolute peace in one single snowflake.

I acted in a school play for the first time in my life after years of being stage-shy. The crowd was small and cozy, and the stage lights were warm as people laughed. I ignored my fear, because everything was perfect, and let myself be free...

I don't understand people who hate the outdoors. I hope that I never feel that business and media are more real than a pine forest or open plain.

I think the world is perfect. Even things which I hate are perfect because hatred is no less real and emotion than love. Famine is terrible, war is terrible, murder is terrible. But to say that nothing terrible should exist is denying everything the world contains. There cannot be wonderful without terrible, from an objective point of view.

The exciting thing for me is that I know that there is so much more for me to learn, and that everything I embrace as truth now is a very small part of what I will eventually be able to recognize.

The terrible thing is that I know when I die I will not know a millionth of the knowledge which all people collectively hold. No matter how many days I sit and read, research, gather information, I will never be exposed to everything. And right now I want to be exposed to everything.

WHAT I'M LOOKING AND NOT LOOKING FOR
1) I have girl "friends". Actual "girls" who are "friends"! Hard to believe eh?
Jealousy is not a "friend" of mine.

2) YOU love to travel, dance, workout, friends and family come first. That's great!
ME not surprised!

3) LOOKING FOR A WOMAN who can look you up and down and figure something out. Can admit to a mistake. Knows how to bust balls. Can have a drink without sounding breathless, clueless, or obtuse. A woman who welcomes the coming of age. It frees her. A woman who knows how to lose an afternoon doing a crossword, reading. A woman who listens, this is how she argues. Comfortable being alone. Loves being alone. She does not know everything. She doesn't try. Likes what other people know. A woman who can tell you she was wrong. A woman who can be quiet, can cipher, watches, considers, gains accuracy. You cannot take your eyes off a woman like this. You shouldn't. The hell if you know what she is thinking, who she is, or what she will do next:)

How about sitting in a restaurant booth and order a chocolate milkshake with two straws???! lol

How about sleep out on a summer's night and count shooting stars and constellations. Wonder at life so small in a universe so big???!!!

A LIVE Ska show would be awesome cool! How bout some New Orleans Jazz?

Or we could simply go to movies..... coffee.... drinks???!!!!