So we are all playing the get to know each other game? Could very easily be a ruse from the other to get us all trusting and comfortable with each other so that BAM, gone in the night when we least expect it. But I'll play along anyways.
I'm 22, born in February of '82. I was born in Los Angeles and lived there my entire life. I was raised by my dad, because my mom died shortly after childbirth. My dad and I were close when I was a kid, but I haven't really spoken with him the past few years. He became so focused on his work that I guess I just wasn't important enough for him to make time for anymore.
I started going to UCLA, where I met Amanda, and we fell in love. She started to blame me for struggles with our relationship, though, starting blaming me because of all the trips and stuff I took after I dropped out of college. I did a lot of traveling - Europe, Africa, Asia, even to South America a couple times. Just wherever I thought I could find an adventure.
I had been in Sydney for only a couple days when she called me to tell me she wanted to break up, talked about how I wasn't around enough for her, and she didn't even know who I was anymore. I got on the flight to go home to see her, cut my vacation short just to go along with her ********, and now I'm stranded on this damned island. What a load of crap.