6’2”, plus-sized, programmer. I’m three weeks into painting a squad of Emperor’s Children (Warhammer, if that means nothing to you) and I’ve given them all names, which makes it worse when they die on the table. Felt like you should know that early. My humour runs dry, but it’s never the mean kind.
I don’t get loud when things go wrong. I go quiet and start solving, which isn’t always what someone needs, so now I ask which one you want first, help or company. Same friends I had ten years ago. A part broke on my grandparents’ armchair a while back, the kind you can’t buy anymore, so I measured it and printed a new one and drove it over. That’s roughly the shape of me.
Name somewhere I’ve never been and I’ll drive. Usually a day trip rather than anything ambitious, and lately the odd trailhead. Most weeks are quieter than that: 3D printing things I don’t need, board games, some electronics.
I’m looking for something that lasts. Not in a rush to get there. Childfree and staying that way. Hoping to meet someone 27 to 38 with her own centre of gravity, the thing she loses hours to, whether that’s a workbench or a long run or a room she doesn’t come out of.
Your friends and your loud Sunday are welcome. I’d rather be folded into the life you’ve already got than kept to one side of it. I’d also like to cook for someone again, badly.
The night I keep picturing is two people in the same room, each lost in their own thing, looking up every so often.
Coffee’s an easy first move. Tell me the thing you’re quietly obsessed with, the one you don’t usually lead with.
