First of all;
Yes, Paradise is my real name. I don't want to hear anything about that stripper in Atlanta (I already know her, she's cool) or the Nelly song (I haven't met him, but I maintain the song is about me anyway). My parents were eccentric, and I've kept it because it means almost nobody ever forgets my name.
What else? I'm hyperactive, I get bored easily and I travel a lot. I was born in Australia, and I've lived lots of places since. I have two careers, I'm studying speech pathology and practicing in that field part time, and the other managing the marketing and operational strategy for a fledgeling internet start-up company. It's been interesting balancing the demands of both, but I'd probably get bored if it wasn't a constant challenge.
I think I'm lots of fun to hang out with, but I'm not really the right person to 'settle down' with right now. If you want stable, marriage and babies in the very near future, I'm probably not your best match. If you want to have adventures, travel, go out, stay in and sample my (very impressive, if I do say so) cooking and focus on having fun in the moment, hit me up - we could get along.
Just a quick note too: I do try and reply to everyone who writes to me, but when I'm travelling I'm a bit flakey about it. If you don't hear from me straight away, please don't send me an abusive message. It's nasty and uncalled for. I'll reiterate; if you really need that kind of stability and regularity of communication, I might not be the best match for you. Also, your money doesn't mean sh*tto me, and neither does your ex wife. Don't talk to me about either.
I'm up for anything at all. I'd love to see what restaurants and bars you recommend, since you'll definately have been in this ciry longer than I have.
I only have two real requests. Don't pick me up in an insanely expensive car unless you're going to let me drive it. (And keep in mind that I was born on the other side of the world, so driving on this side of the road doesn't come naturally to me)
And don't try and take me back to a hotel room on the first date. It feels slightly hookerish. I might say yes, but if I do I'll probably wait until you're in the shower, buy all the pay-per-view porn and romantic comedies the room offers, order every dessert on the room service menu and request a 4am wake-up call before I let myself out. You've been warned.