Me Me Me
If you made it this far, I've fooled you into thinking I may not be a complete dolt. Well, it's only the first line, so there's plenty of time yet to disappoint.
For starters, I can read and write. Nothing sets the mood like proof of literacy.
So it's tough, this pursuit of "The One". I'm not exactly a veteran profile writer, yet I feel like there is a subtle art to this. Lousy expensive university degree is useless to me here, so forgive me for this not-so-polished slice of romantic optimism.
I secretly make weird green drinks at home in my over-priced blender but then I normalize at the office with socially acceptable solid foods. Blended drinks aside, I'd really like to be able to spend time in the kitchen with someone who enjoys the process of making food as much as eating it. In a prior life, I worked as a private chef on luxury yachts in the Bahamas and the Med - but then who hasn't.
I'm a water baby, so hopefully you can swim, SUP, surf, surfski... but I can also settle for simply floating if that's your thing. Splashing around is fine too. Whatever floats your boat!
I have a successful career that keeps me on my toes, analytically. I like to think I'm somewhat cerebral in what I do, but then I pull off something stupid like forgetting my keys at the office and I feel like a dummy again.
So in a very optimistically condensed nutshell: minimalist seeks healthy cutie with big smile, honest, open communicator, but not perfect in every way, with photograph of herself next to me.