Me? I wish survival was still our number one priority in life instead of being backseat to things like hoarding little green pieces of paper with presidents on them, trading teammates for fantasy football and reading Entertainment Weekly cover to cover. If we ever meet, you better be able to enjoy the little things, like the peculiar shade of orange purple that constitutes a sunset, the scent of a passionately brewed french press in the silence of the morning, and the sensation of being pushed into a swimming pool when you least expect it.
Okay, maybe not that last one. If you're lucky.
Having said that, if you meet the following requirements feel more than free to hit me up:
laid b