Explorer/Adventurer/Office Worker
How about we… go to a beginner's class of a language we both want to learn.
How about we… Climb a rock wall and then possibly have a debate about where to get coffee, followed by the getting of said coffee.
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About DanPeregrine
An awesome place I've visited:
Prague was pretty 'awesome.' I also enjoy taking the occasional 1 way flight to 14000 feet.
My perfect Sunday:
I have no idea, but it should involve exhausting myself in some way in the morning and something seasonally warm or cold to drink in the evening.
The movie I've watched the most times:
Dr. Horrible's Sing Along Blog... you have to watch it again every time you forcibly sit someone else down and point their eyes at it.
My life history in 5 sentences or fewer:
Once upon a time I was born. Over the next decade or two I grew taller and played a lot of tennis. I spent far too much time in college; yet, I consider not ever having found a major I really loved and the subsequent failure to graduate a lucky miss. Now I seem to spend some amount of time in the gym every day and some multiple of that amount of time happily exhausted, jumping out of airplanes by Summer's day and plotting world domination by night.
My first concert / My dream concert:
My first concert, at least insofar as I'm willing to count it, was The Presidents of the United States of America. My dream concert would be headlined by Queen and feature Freddie Mercury... probably with the opening act being a 7-day electronic music festival.
Obscure knowledge I possess:
You just lost the game.
I have a weakness for guys/girls who:
Are awesome. Necessarily in their own estimation, but preferably also in mine.
What I would bring to show and tell:
My grandfather's machete and kukri... with which I'd illustrate the story of his life... that is to say, my grandfather had a life that could be illustrated with a machete... my aspirations in life are modestly well defined.
A story you should remind me to tell you on our first date:
About the time poor German skills inadvertently landed me in the booth at a neo-nazi nightclub in rural Germany where I sat and did my very best impression of something that isn't there.
I secretly want to be:
I make no secrets of these things.
I want to be with someone who wants to be:
with me? lol. I waaant you to want me... anyway... I suppose the real answer to this is, " the very best (in their own estimation) version of themselves that they can be "
If I won the lottery and quit my job, I would:
Marvel at how I'd won the lottery without ever playing, proving my theory on such matters... on my own private submarine yacht.
One thing my mother would want you to know about me:
If she tells you, don't tell me. I don't want know.
I want to come home to:
"Hail to the Chief" ... nah. I want to come home to relax, have a nice home cooked dinner (which I imagine I'll be the one cooking), and someone with whom to share these things as well as interesting and even (occasionally) deep conversation.
