There's a race of Men that don't fit in,
A race that can't sit still;
So they break the hearts of kith and kin,
and they roam the world at will.
They range the field and rove the flood,
and they climb the mountain's crest;
Theirs is the curse of the Gypsy's blood,
and they don't know how to rest.
If they just went straight they might go far;
They are strong and brave and true;
But they're always tired of things that are:
and they want the strange and new.
I don't know who wrote this but other than the "strange and new" it fits me. "Strange and new" to me would be someone honest and true.
I ride a motorcycle. I am an artist. I chose a lifestyle that had inherent risks and accept the outcome of those risks. Brain injuries and crushed bones make me a little too much for most to handle or care to deal with. I've lived a rough life but adventurous, some good, some not so good. I've been broken and busted up spiritually, physically and emotionally and bear the scars to prove it, some visible, some not. I am non-materialistic. I love spontaneity. I've never known much of a family life and don't like spectator sports of any kind. I raised a daughter from birth by myself. I know what love is and what love isn't, been through with the bar scene for a long time and don't care to go back to it. I believe in God. I love the solitude and beauty of nature in it's extremes. I am real. I don't like phonies, loud, mean, rude, self-centered, demanding, selfish or obnoxious people. I am not physically attracted to women with "a few extra pounds" or an "average" body type. I wear 32x34 Levis and am looking for a potential partner that is smaller than me so I can pick her up and hold her close when she needs it. I want nothing less than a partner that can make my heart skip a beat from across the room with just a smile. I want to know the love of a good woman just once more before my ride through life is through. Maybe the next one I let myself get close to will be the right one.