I'm probably most accurately described as an immature boy parading in a mans outfit. Just in time for a midlife crisis, I'm starting to do the work to mend the fences of the past so now I'm either a batshit crazy Extrovert, or a depressing headcase feeling sorry for himself. Sex is a decent distraction. Same with cooking.

Mijn Ideale Persoon: Just as batshit crazy as me but in their own ways. I hope we compliment each other cuz i've seen what happens when we don't. I, at the end of it all, only want somebody to really trust and be cool with. I'm too old to be walking on eggshells.