Since people can easily be summed up by a short paragraph of thier likes and dislikes, let me say i like stuff. thats right, stuff. music, hockey, bike riding, skinny dipping, audlts who say "silly" and moslty everything else. the type of person i would like to meet is the type of girl who loves to recycle, has a few tattoos, can eat the color blue in under 10 seconds, and has a smile she likes to wear alot.
our first date would be a whirlwind tour of the french rivera, lunching at a small cafe and sipping the local wine. At night, we would take a gondalo ride in venice, sleeping the night away on the ebach under a blanket of stars. in the morning, we'd be hung over with sand in our pants, not quite remembering where we were or who that strange person is next to us. we'd part ways at the main bus terminal, only to run into each other at marco Polo airport. we would end up being seated next to each other on our flight to Manchuria, where we are both volunteering to help clean up the river that the leacing plant left over after going out of buisness. Ten years later, we would be half our weight, dying of toxi radiation, yet would bask in the love we found that night in venice.