I grew up with two step brothers, two step sisters, and two “real” brothers in a house with orange shag carpet, olive green appliances, and wood-paneled walls. Legos, NES/SNES, Star Wars, Michael Jackson, forts in the back yard, epic snowball fights, massive family get-togethers and a vastly overactive imagination (which got me into trouble...).
I say that for two reasons, really:
1). I'm easily entertained; and,
2). I'm a good sharer.
If you're looking for something textbook, I'm probably not the best fit. Don't get me wrong, I've tried to be. Plenty. Even now, I could probably pretend to be long enough to make an impression, but it really doesn't suit me all that well. I've stopped caring about a lot of things that so many others seem to almost desperately cling to-- please don't confuse that with me being negative or pessimistic. I've just grown to really appreciate sincerity, candor, transparency, and the ability to laugh at oneself, and others. I'm open and honest to a fault, which has hurt just as many as it has benefited.
I'm at a point where the predictability of the classic wining and dining experience just doesn't appeal to me the way it seems to for so many others. I don't like the idea that the more “elaborate” time spent with somebody is, the better time it “must have” been. It's just not my style. Give me something real. Lets have a conversation. Lets laugh so hard we pee a little. Lets get into some trouble together. Lets pitch a tent in the living room on a good snow day, turn on the gas fireplace (ha, sad...), make S'mores, and stay up all night together.
Me? I'm active, fit, somewhat attractive, fun, pragmatic, adventurous, nerdy ... kind, honest, respectful, loyal, creative, have more musical instruments than I can keep track of ... and I have strong hands.