I have always been a writer, beginning in elementary school when I forged my own absence notes. Later, I moved on to write for Wired Magazine, where writing absence notes was an artform. I possess a passion for fitness, which is vital considering my choice of occupation. I've been called a professional dancer, but only in front of my bathroom mirror. I'm just as happy staying at home Iron Chef-ing it as I am playing hooky for a weekend of debauchery in Vegas. I have a wild imagination which often results in people either falling out of their chairs laughing or hitting me with them. I also will be forever grateful that bluetooth was invented so when I sing in the car, I can just pretend I'm talking on the phone. I am kind, considerate and loving, though less so if you hit me with a chair.
I'm looking for someone intelligent and independent. Someone who only stops laughing long enough to make me laugh as well. Someone who's not afraid to reveal their inner goofball (or outer goofball either). Someone who is highly aware that puns aren't funny, but uses them anyway. Has a wicked sense of humor and speaks sarcasm fluently. We can laugh at each other's corny jokes, even when no one else does, just because. Someone who has compassion towards others less fortunate than them. Someone who's not afraid to venture outside their comfort zone to try new things. Lives healthy 98% of the time, but are still working on the pizza/wine/birthday cake stains on your jeans from the 2%. And, of course, a huge dog lover.
We share the urge to travel to exotic places where we get lost, meet interesting people, and make new memories. Our ultimate goal is to journey around the world. Our relationship should be like falling downhill (but without the scrapes and grass stains... and hopefully there's some cushions down at the bottom too).
The most wasted day is that in which we have not laughed...