
I help old ladies cross the street. I whistle while I walk. If I am unhappy, it is obvious by my face because I usually am smiling. I love the art of conversation. and I can do so on many different levels. I don't get enough sleep. I am not the brightest skittle in the candy machine but I can read people well and will probably at least think that I have you figured out in the first 5 minutes. But even if I think I have you figured out I will let you change my opinion of yourself. Does that make any sense? There are some exceptions of people whom I cannot read and I find those people most intriguing . I have a really hard time lying to people and my honesty definitely gets me in trouble sometimes. I will consider you my friend if I meet you until you create a reason for me to place you into another category. I think about things way too much. I eat to fast and I crave social interaction. Some people say I'm flirtatious but I think I'm just friendly. I will try to remember your name but know that your name is one of the least important things about you to me. But I have learned that even though something is not important to me, if it is important to the people I care about, then it becomes more important to me, e.g., learning a new friends name. I am loyal to my friends. I love them and I believe they genuinely love me back. I day dream. I like thinking about alternate realities. I dont like people who are mean to waiters and animals.....especially animals. I dont like people that talk at you and not with you. I dont usually take these "what about yourself" things very seriously because it is easier for me to say something stupid, random, or quirky than allow someone into what I believe to be a pretty fucked up head. I am working on talking less and saying more. That sounds like a self-help bumper sticker with a waterfall and a bear nabbing a fish. I'm Evan. Its nice to meet you. I will probably let you down at some point in our friendship. I'm warning you now.
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If I wasn't married, I'd ask you out here. What provoked this posty little introspection?
I dunno...It is more challenging for me to write something kinda serious than something that is ...well I think you know what I mean....any baby yet?
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