A blob of text isn't a great way to fully express who you are, but I'll try to convey at least enough for you to judge that my secret life doesn't involve putting on Mr. Rogers sweaters and pretending dolls are real. (I don't bother with the sweaters).
I own and run my own business. I handle the stress and demands by paying extra attention to health and nutrition, yoga, the occassional bout of 420, and optionally: you.
My favorite drink is Gentleman Jack (some men like to live dangerously. I prefer to live...Gentlemanly). Cars are cool, but mostly just mine. I consider exposure to dogs important, so if you have a dog please message me. I will be more than happy to lead you on to get to your dog, whom I may ultimately spend more time cuddling than you. (Just kidding. My dog would file divorce papers).
I sometimes read about random history and science, absorbing info I'm unlikely to ever actually use. I think it comes from a basic question: where are we going, and how are we getting there?
Adult time management has pretty much killed off all but my most precious teenage nerdy interests. But not to worry, once I move into your apartment for free and no longer have to work, I'll have all the time in the world to form stacks of comic books on the coffee table and leave legos all over your carpet.
I take very little seriously that doesn't automatically call for it.