I’m about you, except that I’m slightly more me. I’m from Indiana. It's a humorous and action packed story how I ended up in Las Vegas, but you'll have to wait until the book comes out. Or, I suppose I could give you the highlights over a coffee or something. Although I love to wax philosophical about the decline of modern civilization and the inevitable rise of the machines, I really can't complain about much. All my “problems” are First World problems. I have adequate shelter, food, employment, transportation, and indoor plumbing. So what if I hit a few speed bumps striving for self-actualization and true love? Perhaps those goals were invented merely to kill time once people figured out the whole division of labor and food surplus thing. Who knows? I certainly don’t have all the answers. Perhaps life is more about developing interesting questions.
Which brings me to you. If you have all the answers, you’re probably not for me. There’s nothing wrong with having your life figured out, but I’m not really interested in being the final or penultimate puzzle piece in your perfect life. I want to create a life with someone, not fill in a predefined blank space. I’m looking for gestalt in a relationship. I want to build something that each of us alone could not. Okay, enough of the esoteric ramblings. I’m really just looking for a nice, cute, and moderately athletic woman who will laugh at my jokes and who enjoys taking turns playing devil’s advocate in unnecessarily heated discussions about the social fabric. I want to fall head over heels in love and go from there. Is that too much to ask? So far, the answer is yes. Then again, maybe I'm not asking the right question.
