One tough act to follow, a travelling nomad, denying to admit alcoholic, into rock music, post-apocalypse movies, fun times and interesting talks! Into geeks, hot-faces and fun.
Currently in Doha, Qatar (Yes, in the Middle East).
Often referred to as a “encyclopedia”. Do not hesitate to throw me in a brainstorm and hope to mine nuggets of information.
And until a human being understands me; I’m single and it’s better for my health, and everyone else’s.
I have been misunderstood many times for my life that I think I don’t belong to this planet. I talk a lot, pretty good at explaining myself. I don’t ask too much; an ideal night in my world is a 2-seater couch, some cheese cubes and probably pizza, some hugs and a boring movie on TV talking about the end of this world.
I like to drink, dance, party and cuddle all night. I’ve been told I’m pretty when I smile, I’m bald so I can’t grow much hair and I’m in a phase where I don’t lose or gain weight, I’m tall and often too tall.
I live an expensive lifestyle, I’d rather buy a gadget and not eat for a week. Mothers love me, I appreciate them being the best strategists god has even created. I don’t like kids, but they love me (because I’m a big kid deep down inside), I care… too much. I’m easy to please.
I’m 29 years old but I can be 12 too. I smoke Shisha, substances, drink hard, love junk food, look good in shorts, shirts, flipflops and costumes. I’m pushy and I like to imitate accents (however I sound Italian all the time), I’m born racist which is not cool from a Caucasian yet I have friends from races and I don’t really mean it.
I’m used to being addressed as a celebrity (not because ego boosts are amazing, but because getting the looks as a disabled kid was what I got used to since I was born).
I’m not fat, just a bit over-puffy. I like shopping and I splurge too. I wanted to be called Constantine but my parents decided I should be named after a prophet. Which I’m not, and thanks if you read all of this blabber, most people don’t.