Hey there. My name's Dave and I use proper grammar and spelling in SMS messages. I'm not really sure why...
I'm a writer, so you think it'd be easy to describe myself... I suppose I'm a dreamer, a shoe gazer, and above all, an aesthete. I think the point of life is all those beautiful, but fleeting moments that give us a glimpse of something special that we can't quite let ourselves see because we're too busy worrying about all the other crap that sucks the life out of us. Besides all of the boring, necessary stuff, my life is pretty much an attempt to create more of those moments, and to extend them into something lasting, as futile as I know it is.
The people who understand me know that I live for music, good times and the people that I care about. Also that I love to create and am always seeking enlightenment and knowledge; I think that ignorance isn't just unfortunate; it can also be dangerous. I'm fairly easy going but am also unfailingly honest, even though it gets me into trouble. I think that being able to laugh at life and also yourself is extremely important, because sometimes there's no other way to react... I am rather lazy, and seem to do anything productive solely in moments of frenzied activity, which come and go. Slow and steady definitely does not win the race for me.
I have travelled a little and would do anything to be able to do a lot more. Really wanna get out there and see the world...
I love: Beauty; Good music; Writing; Anticipation; Spontaneity; Adventures; A perfectly made cup of strong tea, meticulously prepared in a piece of fine-bone china; Chillin; Cottees Orange Cordial; Japanese Gameshows; Sudden bursts of inspiration; Drinking Stella Artois (has to be imported) in the company of good friends in the fading, late afternoon sun; Booming, joyous music; HP Sauce; The Right side of my brain; Seeing my favourite bands/performers live; Bananas; The fact that there's no more smoking in clubs/pubs/gigs!; Big ****-off guitar solos; Devouring Hungry Jacks to rid myself of a seedy hangover on my way to the beach; Tigers; Squeezing two Vita Wheats together to make the butter and vegemite come out like little worms; Semicolons; $2 Shops; When Oasis release a new album; Photo manipulation and design; Beach houses; Spreading out with the weekend papers on the lounge room floor; Several indicator lights blinking in unison; The Internet; Creativity; Raspberries; Strings; Piracetam; Massive rising crescendos in music; When my football teams play well; Literary personification; Walking around deserted golf courses in the middle of a summer night, hunting for stray golf balls; People playing the harmonica; The Stars; Watching Thomas the Tank Engine, especially while baked; Crazy house parties; Good Books; Camping; Sitting on the beach with a beer at dusk, watching the roaring waves turn from blue to black; When I make a good mix CD; Lucid Dreaming; Love; When a piece of dropped toast lands buttered-side-up... score!; Orischiette pasta with home-made pesto and sun-dried tomatoes; Sleep; The Truth; Discovering that brand new band that sounds like I've known them my whole life; Women; Confidence; Britpop; Sex; Stepping onto the early-morning, mildewy grass with bare feet; Rock & ****in Roll; Vitamins; Humility; Indie music; Vegetables; Natalie Imbruglia; Kookiness; The sky, especially when night becomes day; Multi-tasking; Singing; The curve of a woman's neck; Music Festivals; The smell of log wood fires on my way home to a nice warm house; Intelligent conversations; Sarcastic, biting humour; Fog; Rock chicks; Driving Too Fast; The blinding brilliance of the setting winter sun, coating everything around me in a hazy yellow glaze; Foreplay; Bass you can feel; Milk; Trust; Gettin' Jiggy Wit It; Euphoria; Long drives by the coast; Intelligent people; Good hair days; Thai and Indian food; Jasmine and Vanilla Incense; Dusk; A good sense of humour; Discovery; Revelation; Honesty; Balance; Short chicks; Intimacy; Power; Nostalgia; Workin' Out; Contradiction; The warm, fuzzy feeling you get when you wake up exhausted, and then realise that you don't have to get up for anything; Ellipses...
I think that music is an outburst of the soul. It is my drug of choice, along with tea, information and expression. I couldn't live without these things. I think that fundamentally, life is a search for beauty. All else is a form of waiting. But it's worth it.
I would probably want to go to a gig, something that we'd both enjoy, because this ideal woman would obviously share my brilliant taste in music :0p