Actually, I'm only thirteen. I grew up quick.
Well, that cat died. He was only four. Blood cancer - no way back. I miss him much. His photo will stay, as an epitaph.
Otherwise, just me...a bit eccentric. But a man.  Long-time user of this site, Lord knows why, the number of times it deletes me, and the state of its security... slightly different screen-name, new computer...I'll post the old photo when I can remember how to do it. Meanwhile it looks like spring has come after the worst winter for fifty years...
I don't want to learn Japanese and I'm not particularly interested in Korea, except insofar as so many people say they do and are...I wonder why? The world is full of mysteries. Haven't got any money, don't want any; likewise wives.
If one deducts gamers, TV enthusiasts, Korean/Japanese aficionados and the crazies, there is not much left. But we live in hope.
Diislike piercings and tattoos. It's just a personal thing, right?  Like some people don't like cabbage.

Interesting people. Literate people? Too much to ask?
My age, intelligent conversation is more rewarding. If you know anything about black holes, or the nature of time, art, books, cooking... I'd love to hear it.
Any profile that contains that dumb "I have a challenge for you; ask me any question...." gets blocked. Also superimposed cat whiskers and dog noses.
A new one... to make contact on this site is fine; but after that I'd prefer email. It's more pleasure to write a letter than a few quick words.

Writing, making things, cats, astronomy... wondering where Korea is...

Jazz, some classics.

None.

I understand they have TV in the village pubs.

Bye Bye Blackbird, by James Peters. You've never heard of him? No... he's me, disguised.

Too many.