Raised on the Shore and now living in Yaletown. Look out, he's an outdoorsy metro!

Life should be uncomplicated. But it should also be fun and full of spontaneous surprises. It's hilarious, and we'd better learn to laugh at ourselves. If we can't be at least slightly amused, then what's the point?

Let's do it all. Let's eat dinner at a fancy restaurant and then have an early morning breakfast at a mysterious roadside diner. Let's go dancing during the day and then read dirty newspaper ads all night. Let's mix honest intelligent conversation with witty silly banter. I love all types of music (pop, jazz, classical, etc.) but let's have fun with it - I want to get dressed in a tux and go to a rock concert or dance on a rooftop overlooking the city, listening to acid jazz).

If I'm not sitting in an office or library somewhere trying to write, I've gone outside to play. I'll either be biking, swerving in and out of tourists on the seawall. I may even be swimming, gliding underwater with my hands stretched out, pretending I'm flying high in the air like Superman. Or I may be hiking to get to a loftier plane of existence. Some days I'll be horseback riding, pretending I'm Butch Cassidy. And if I'm really lucky, I'll get to go seadooing, speeding off over the water to nowhere.

I work hard, and I admire those who are ambitious. But one day, I hope to be able to wake up one day, roll over in my bed, and see the ocean breeze blowing in through my window. Until then, I'm going to have to take little moments out of my life to escape for a while. Who's in?

I will take your hand and we will escape sanity together (if only for a little while). We'll start in the afternoon and commandeer a water taxi to take us on a tour of the sunshine coast. Upon returning to the city, we'll do take-out from a ritzy restaurant and eat our food sitting on the deck of someone's boat in dry-dock. After that, I will bring you back to my place where I will make you waffles and red wine for dessert. Then we will kick off our shoes and trespass on someone's garden veranda. After lighting vanilla candles, we will dance the night away on their marble floor to the music of the ship horns in the distance ... then when both of us are overcome by each other, I'll take you to my room, put on some romantic music, slip off my jacket, look deeply into your eyes, and say "PILLOW FIGHT! Two out of three wins!"