Ever feel you're chest tighten up and your palms sweat? I love meeting strangers because so many people don't realize how many amazing people they pass by each day just because of shyness. I admire people with courage to act when nobody else wants to. I live on spontaneity and love art in all forms. In my free time, I play guitar, draw, cook (been doing it since I was 5), go on road trips to explore, and meet new people. My goals for my next summer will be to couchsurf through Southeast Asia.


P.S. Only interesting women--I don't care if you're drop dead gorgeous. Also, not interested in heavy smokers or drug addicts.

We arrange a meetup. We both intend to show up late to see if the other person looks sane and as a result we end up standing right next to each other. An awkward introduction ensues with plenty of uhm's and uh's and sideways glancing and we hoof it to the nearest metro and ride to some random stop and stop into the first place We see when we step out. Along the way, I have to protect you from a creepy Toronto hobo asking us for money because his family was abducted by ninjas and he needs Karate lessons. We enter a dingy and dilapidated establishment only to find the inside is a glorious themepark. Clowns are jumping around, elephants beg us to ride them, and there is fire everywhere! You stare at me with big doe eyes and then beat the crap out of me for looking at some other woman.

Yea, something like that. Maybe, if you're cool you get a kiss.