I've never seen Pretty Woman. I've never driven a stick shift. I've never seen a turtle get down. I've never danced very well, but I've never let that stop me. I've never understood why cake, rather than pie, is the go-to for birthdays and weddings. I've never found a better way to spend a warm summer evening in Seattle than with good barbecue, great friends, and a special someone.
And I've never met you. :)
Ok, fine, I'll play right. Let's see...
Left to my own devices, I plan. Projects to tackle, games to design, books to write, that sort of delicious nonsense. Oh, and backpacking adventures on which to embark. Gimme some boots and some jerky and a CamelBak full of snow melt and I'm one happy camper. Wordplay! Also great!
I'm not a big traveler, but that has less to do with taste than time. With the right crew -- the right crew of two, perhaps -- an excursion to Germany or Machu Picchu or the moon could be out of this world.
Growing up, I never had pets, and to call myself an animal-lover would be unfair to those who really are. But my friends' adorably gargantuan Dane is totally Great, and I'm convinced there's a dog person trapped within me, biding his time, waiting...
I cook really well! And by that, I mean I wash dishes really well!
I play soccer. Indoor soccer, which is nothing like foosball, if that's what you're picturing. More like hockey, but without the sticks, and skates, and ice, and fights, and Canadians. I guess it's really not that much like hockey, except it's played in a rink-like arena with goal-like structures and exercise-like dashing about. It's fun! Anyway, I play soccer, and I go to Sounders games. But I'll call them games, not "matches," and if you don't know how Bayern's doing in the Bundesliga or whether Cristiano Ronaldo is the best striker since Romario, I'll forgive you, because I haven't the foggiest either. I Googled all that. (Sure sounded impressive, though, right?)
I'm liberal. With my ideas, with my beliefs, with my jam on toast. Seriously, go big or go home, I figure.
Movies! Love 'em. Good TV, too. I'm a bit snobby, perhaps -- Transformers Eleventeen: This Time They're Also Vampires, pass -- but a fleece blanket plus several episodes of Netflix nectar = a perfectly valid Friday night, if the mood strikes and the kettle corn supplies are holding out.
That's gotta be plenty about me, yes? What about you?
You're interesting. Freebie!
You're warm and friendly. Not, like, a power-schmoozer or something. Just a major-league friend.
You're attractive to me, and I to you. No hard feelings if the spark's not there, and even if it isn't, I'm totally still game for coffee and breeze-shooting. (P.S., cards on the table, I tend to gravitate toward thin builds and wide smiles.)
You don't smoke, don't do drugs, and don't have children. I think I just grouped crack with kids. Online profiles are weird.
...and, last, you're looking for the real deal. Dating is complicated. Relationships are too, but not so much as everyone seems to think. And besides, a relationship is worth it. I'm in it for someone special.
That's it! Drop me a line if doing so tickles your fancy, or your friend totally makes you, or whatever. Either which way, all the best, and may your winks bear fruit and your inbox overflow with florid letters from handsome charmers. Cheers!