I am a communicator in the oldest sense of the word. I am an old soul who is routinely mistaken for 64 not 36. I routinely step on ants while trying to stomp on elephants – thus spreading myself too thin. My brain is a macro-processor that constantly is in motion – even when I sleep. I have laser-focus. I hear but don’t always listen. I am parsimonious – in fact, it is legendary. I never confuse excellence and perfection. I don’t suffer fools easily – my worst trait. I find transcendence in nothing. I find allure in fear and risk, tamed by skill and nerve as a way for me to escape. I believe in planning, but understand that providence ordains what it will. I trust too early – to my own determent. I am a loyal friend…to a point. I pick up where I left off and rarely look back. So what does all this mean, I like to run, go to the gym, think of new ideas and novel business concepts, and hang out with friends. I'm looking to meet a confident, sexy, yet "nice" girl to share my dreams with.