I still wear slippers in the winter.

I eat really raw bloody meat; if it’s not tartar I’m probably just not that into it. It is obvious that my ancestors were not peaceful berry pickers.
I’m probably more romantic and kissy than I ought to be. I genuinely adore picnics in the park, brie cheeses, rides on the lake, eye gazing and caressing. In sum I guess I’m totally corny.
