I cook. I read, a lot. Kerouac and Whitman are my favs. I drink coffee in

 the mornings, English tea in the evenings. I'm a diehard Chargers & Padres fan.

 I drink champagne often just for the sheer hell of it. I'm a dashboard drummer. 

I Irish jig when I'm drunk on St.Patty's Day or when someone plays Flogging 

Molly, or when someone asks me to. I talk to myself; and at times, i answer. 

I journal. I do not know the exact color of my eyes. I have an insatiable curiosity 

to learn. My drink is an ''Old Fashion". 

I'm in the middle of writing a novel. I love sports. I attempt a ''scream-o" voice 

while listening to hardcore rock. It never works out well. I am addicted to the 

sunshine. i don't like A-1 sauce on steak. It makes me gag. I want to re-build a dirt

 bike. I could spend all day in a book store or library. I love Jameson whiskey.

I car-dance and hold concerts in my car daily. I meet my friends for coffee, brunch

 or happy hour. My faith means more to me then religion. I put Siracha on most 

things I eat and consider a cheese/bread/fruit plate to be a completely adequate dinner. 

I have a terrible poker face. I find sleeves insanely sexy...in fact I prefer my men 

covered in tattoos. I value family. I value friends that are like family. I love deeply. 

I trust easily. I kiss deliberately.

I used to think that love was something only in the fairy tales. Something that was so far out of reach for me that I might as well have been trying to grasp the stars. How could everyone else find love so easily; jump from one romance to the next without even a blink of an eye. I didn't understand that and I didn't understand why I had to wait ever so patiently, and alone.

I didn't understand until I met him.

Everything from that point on made me realize why it was never right before. Why it had never worked before him. I understood that the universe was simply waiting for the right time to align the stars in such a way that our paths would cross. In such a way that our eyes and hearts would not only be awakened but brought to life.

I didn't understand until that night when he told me he loved me; beneath the stars, that I was perfectly fine waiting for a love…a love like ours.