I grew up in Southern California, lived in NYC for 10 years, and now I feel like a transplant. I was a paramedic when I lived there, it was a good job, but the reality of it got draining after 8 years. I traded reality for fantasy reading screenplays and books for a living here in LA and I have to pinch myself sometimes when I realize my job a lot of days is to read a novel on my couch. But as much as I like working at home, I don't get to meet a lot of new people (not that my dogs mind.)
Which is kind of why I'm here. I feel like I'm supposed to say that I want to go to lots of museums and shows and movies and cultural events and cool restaurants and pet animals in the zoo and take walks on the beach and go on one exotic vacation after another. I like all those things, but it would be exhausting to always do that stuff, and that's not really who I am. The truth is I don't do a lot of things. I don't try something new every 20 seconds. At this moment, I don't have a great vacation planned. I'm not learning a new language. I'm not inventing anything. I did recently ride my bike down the coast of California with my best friend which was awesome.
I like the little stuff. I hate my pepper shaker. It sucks and I want to replace it but I never do. I did replace my toaster recently which was a huge success and convinces me I can still grow as a person. I'm a serial killer of plants. I have a little garden but I'm bad at it and I feel terrible for the plants I buy that don't realize I will fail them. One of my friends pranked me with a subscription to Ladies Home Journal (because he thinks I'm kind of a homebody.) But it totally backfired because I love it. There was recently an article about how to make salad FASTER. That's something you pay good money for and I got it for free.
I'm not sure what I'm looking for. I'm looking for someone who likes sunset walks on the beach, but also someone who can handle themselves in a zombie attack, and appreciates good toast.
