Hmm, this is supposed to be a self-summary. Will you be disappointed if I don't tell you how outgoing I am and how I love to have fun and hang out with my friends? Is the lack of a disclaimer to point out how much "I hate writing these things" a faux pas? No? Good, then we might actually have something to talk about.
I turned 30 in January. I'm looking back at my first three decades with attempted candor while avoiding self-deprecation. Ugly facts: I'm divorced, and I've been broke and jobless for most of my life. I frittered away my twenties being selfish and feeling sorry for myself and doing a lot of nothing. I have fibromyalgia and depression and I'm overweight. Some things don't change, some things do. Let's just say that quite a bit has changed in the past year or so, and mostly for the better.
I moved to Seattle from Cleveland, Ohio almost one year ago. It's been very good for me, physically, spiritually, and emotionally. (That week in the loony bin probably helped too.) I travel to Portland, Oregon on a regular basis to visit one of my lovers and some friends. I am loving the Pacific Northwest, and I'm continually in awe of the natural beauty here. Even so, I miss England- I lived there for two and a half years when I was married. I traveled a lot by myself when I was there and saw much of the countryside. I love adventures!
I'll be honest- some people think I'm an elitist b***. I don't necessarily disagree. I am indeed quite particular about the kinds of people I can be bothered to socialize with. I revise my standards periodically, in order to safeguard myself from becoming too selective and alienating myself, but generally, there are certain things I simply don't tolerate. Some of these things are incredibly petty, I admit - for instance, I won't give you the time of day if you don't type in complete words and sentences. I deeply dislike people for whom drinking and drugs are a major lifestyle element (though I see nothing wrong with an occasional indulgence). I'll judge you harshly indeed if your profile includes a picture of you sloppy-drunk, next to your car, or next to your ex whom you haven't bothered to crop out. I am bisexual and I prefer to date bisexual guys, but that's not an absolute requirement. If you are politically conservative, we probably won't hit it off. I have absolutely no interest in dating people who are cheating on someone, and I'm utterly done with "casual sex" in my life.
Yet, I'm still a romantic at heart. When there is a strong mutual attraction based on more than hormones, I am known to fall in love at the drop of a hat. I'm a sucker for flowers and moonlight and dancing when there's no music. I do believe in soul mates, but I do not believe that love is quantifiable; therefore, it is not possible to give "all my love" to one person. Life is an adventure, and it's about growth. I've learned that nobody stays the same forever, and no one person could possibly be my "everything" indefinitely. Keep these things in mind if you dare message me.
So what about the "geeky" stuff? I'm a full-time opticianry student at SCCC. I could geek about lenses and frames all day long. I want to be an optometrist someday, but one thing at a time. I currently live in the U-District, and I like to hang out at Sureshot or Trabant, depending on whether I'm in the mood for a chaiwalla or a white coffee latte. I rarely go anywhere without my MacBook, except when I go traipsing through the woods or wandering along a beach somewhere, both of which I enjoy greatly. I like your standard geeky fare- sci fi and fantasy, video games (the Zelda series is my favorite), anime, roleplaying games, and random silly internet stuff. I couldn't care less about most American mainstream stuff- you won't catch me watching American Housewives or Desperate Idol or whatever the hell they're called. I'd rather watch the Discovery Channel or truTV.
"Must like tea..." Well, I'm a tea snob. I particularly love Chinese teas. When I'm visiting Portland, one of my favorite places to go is the Tao of Tea teahouse in the Chinese Garden. I make a mean cuppa if I do say so myself- Asian or English style.
You knock on my door. I open it, and you've brought me a bouquet of stargazer lilies. I take the flowers and put them in a vase, and then I throw my arms around you and give you a tight hug. You take my hand and lead me to your car. You don't tell me where we're going- it's a surprise! It turns out to be a tea house or coffee shop I'd never been to before. We sit down with our drinks, and talk for hours about all kinds of things- maybe play a game of Scrabble or something. Then, we get back in the car and you drive me out to a spot where we can watch the sunset, and later, gaze at the stars. We get cozy on a blanket on the grass. I start to drift off, and you lean over and kiss me softly. I giggle and get a little frisky. Later, you take me home, and tuck me into bed. If all goes well, I might invite you to stay...