Stuff That I've Learned In My Travels:
A bad merlot makes a wonderful marinade. Rodents of Unusual Size do exist, but they're mostly harmless (good thing, considering they run in packs of two dozen or so). Always tip your server. The answer to "how do puffins fly?" is "just barely", which is what makes them so adorable. Add the herbs after turning off the burner. It's a better world with whales in it. Chicken stock will take the sting out of sauerkraut. If you're going to do something stupid, don't take pictures. Duct tape is the ultimate lint brush - important if one is known to share quarters with an Australian Shepherd. Do NOT cross Ba-chan. Don't even THINK about crossing Ba-chan. The hardest thing about learning to skate is the ground - wear your wrist guards. You can get fluffier omelettes by putting a lid on the pan. You can tell an awful lot about someone by how they treat the servants. Life is too short to eat cheap chocolate.
I'm well read, allegedly educated, domestically inclined, and have pacifist leanings - so I pull triggers for a living. Sometimes a path makes more sense at the beginning than at other points along the way. At one point, professional violence was more fiscally viable than financial analysis (in that someone was willing to pay me for the former) - with the added perk of spending the entire winter in the Carribbean, defending the Republic from drinks with little umbrellas in them. I figured I'd help out a buddy, rebuild a thoroughly ravaged portfolio, and even get in some snorkeling (sea turtles can *move* when they choose to). The next thing I knew it was 3 years later and I was somehow involved in a land war in Asia (like it's never happened to you). That's when I decided that I'm a lifer - one of those oddities that thrives in the military lifestyle, for whatever absurd reason. I like that I don't have to wear a tie and that the company health insurance covers helicopter rides (Whee! Ow. Whee!).
I need someone who can accept that I serve at the convenience of the Service. This sometimes means weird hours and sudden absences, which my employers are adamant about in an "obey thy master lest ye be thrown in federal prison" sort of way. It's not as bad as it sounds - I get plenty of days off, just not always when I want them.
Conversation Starters (i.e. what you'd like to do on a first date...)
This is the Pacific Northwet (sic). Though I'm a tea drinker, the local custom is the coffee date, and who am I to argue?