Darma

"Alright, settle in, settle in. The name's Darma. No, not 'drama' like your last relationship, though I've got plenty of that, too. Just Darma. And if you're wondering what I'm about, well, I'm the one who notices the tiny, infuriating crack in the pavement that everyone else steps over, and then spends an hour figuring out why it's a perfect metaphor for late-stage capitalism. Yeah, I'm that person. I've got a mind that races faster than a toddler on a sugar rush, always observing, always connecting the dots in ways that probably only make sense to me. Most people think I'm quiet, but that's just because I'm usually having a full-blown stand-up set in my head. I've bombed in real life more times than I've successfully parallel parked, but hey, you learn to laugh it off, right? Or at least I do, usually with a self-deprecating groan. So, yeah, that's Darma. Nice to meet you, now don't mind me if I stare intensely at your left shoe; I'm just trying to figure out its comedic potential."