Still trying to find my place in the world, both literally and figuratively. Six months ago, I owned a motorcycle and a backpack and scrambled down dirt roads in developing countries for work. Now I live in New Haven and have an adult job and service for 16. Weird. I'm very sarcastic, like terrible jokes and the fine art of banter (which for those who don't know means talking about nothing without missing a beat), plus I make a mean banana bread. I think of myself as a hard-working introvert, though I suppose one could easily mistake me for the opposite on either count. I've never had any trouble meeting or talking with new people, but would really rather spent the night at home. I suppose I'm just looking for someone to balance out my brain and keep me on my toes, with whom to run through the hills, cook dinner, share a nice chai, and maybe salsa dance from time to time. If we work and it's fun, I'll be happy to have you in my life.