So there I was. On top of a rock outcropping at French Gulch near Whiskeytown in Northern California. There were a lot of gulches in the area, this one just happened to be French and had a good pool at the bottom of a small rapids portion of a creek.
My father and future brother in law are waiting off to the side of me for their turn. My sister and mother are at the edge of the pool near the shore down below. Screaming "Don't do it!" "You'll kill yourself!! Fine! See if we care!" with each jump their voices get a little less worried, until they seem almost bored. Mind you, this is like a ten, fifteen foot straight drop at most into a pool of water that's at least 15 feet. Evel Knievel I am not.
I pat my swim trunks with my hands while sounding out a three count. Something is in my pocket. I fish it out. It's my cell phone. I flip it open. It works! Wait...The screen says "GOODBYE" and the phone dies. Huh. Crap. Well I'll be. I ruined my phone, and only discovered it just now, six jumps into the French Gulch excursion. So I put it back into my pocket and jump off the rock for another awesome cannonball.
If there's a moral to the story, and if you're still reading, it is that there's no point in looking back or having regrets. Sure the phone was ruined. But that didn't invalidate the awesome jumps that preceded it or the awesome jump that awaited me.
So it is with dating in Los Angeles. The bar and club scene sucks, and it seems like there are some horribly fake, flaky, and rude people out there. But there are also some pretty cool people out there too. I've met them, and I hope to meet another cool person moving forward.
I'm looking for somebody who is an optimist and loves art and literature and film or has some other passion that drives them, be it teaching, medicine, music, social work or whatever.
An incredible sense of humor is a must. Being able to poke fun at any of the millions of crazy, random things that happen from day to day is important. The universe is indifferent to us, and often times our existence seems pointless. That's when we need to laugh the most.
Oh and you should be able to juggle at least 6 juggling pins while riding a unicycle and balancing a stick with a spinning plate on top on your nose.
A guy has to have some standards. :)