I am a conglomerate of all that I’ve been through, all my past successes and failures. I think it’s about time people know who they’ve been following, so I’m writing this. You may call me Eric, I don’t believe it as a name, but more as a title given to me. Names hold great importance, to place a name over something is to place authority over it. As far as appearances go, I am lanky, the kind of tall that comes with long limbs. 1.975 meters, which translates to about 6 feet 3 1/2 inches. I’m also terribly skinny, I’ve been told at times I look like either a anorexic, cancer patient, AIDS survivor , or holocaust victim. 10.01 stone, 63.5 kilos, again in imperial that would be 140 pounds. I am a Londoner(which, yes, does in fact mean I have a British accent, but not a cockney one, I’m not some lower-class peon), I used to live in a flat in Newington, then I moved to America partly for education, partly because there are no good jobs for an environmental engineer in the olde British state. I miss The UK greatly,
but this place is nice too. Colorado is where I’m at now, near Denver. If you’ve met me, I come off as a bit odd, maybe a little daft. But hey, I have fun, and isn’t that what it’s all about? I’m passionate about the things I like, as anyone should be, but I take it to an almost obsessive level. If there’s a girl I fancy, I will focus on her and her alone, until my heart is broken by her. There are certain people that I will love forever, because that’s what real love is, isn’t it? Most of the time I’m the kind of guy that just get ignored, disregarded and passed up for the stronger, better looking bloke; more often than not, I would be the best person for that girl, but I’m always ignored.
Well, I think that’s enough for now. I’ll be here, you know to contact me.