This section is strange….
It’s like a cross between a cover letter and what I imagine I would write for a dating site profile. I do like candlelit dinners. I don’t particularly like long walks on the beach (unless it’s a really flat beach, walking all lopsided on the surf is not even remotely sexy). I don’t like pina coladas, but I love a good romp in the rain. I have excellent organizational skills and can type really freaking fast. I live and die by lists – my calendar, counter, and office are covered in them. I’m convinced they’re merely a pawn in my brain’s constant quest to pretend I’m doing something productive.
I recently crossed over to the dark side of 40, but generally behave like a moderately well-educated, inexplicably jaded 22 year-old. I’ve had a few careers, but I’m still trying to figure out what (and who) I want to be during the hours I pretend to be a grownup. I walk into things a lot and occasionally the floor and I have a good old fashion fight. The floor usually wins, but I don’t hold a grudge. I’m sarcastic and swear like a sailor because it amuses me, not because I’m unintelligent (a theory I’ve found is often postured by people with big vocabularies and small imaginations), but I’ll get all Holden Caulfield on people who swear around little kids. Unless they’re my friends’ little kids, because if they are the offspring of my friends they’ve already heard anything I could potentially spew. I will probably embarrass you in public if we hang out in person.
I can find an appropriate song lyric in my head for every moment of my life, but can’t remember what the hell I went into the kitchen for. I believe that music has the power to transport you to a different place and time by evoking memories or motivation. I’m fiercely defensive of those I love, but I’m also incredibly flighty, which sometimes makes me a bad friend, but I’m trying to get better at that.
Mostly, I like to write. Perhaps you like to read. Wouldn’t that be symbiotic?