I am practiced in looking askance. I do not approve of mustaches unless they're worn by gunslingers of the old west. When I think of the TheOnion website, I proclaim silently, in my head, "L'onion!" in a thick French accent. I dislike various words, but will nonetheless use them when proper context and/or specificity is required. These include foodie, ointment, panties, moist, and crumpet.
If you meet me in person, and if we really click and let all that ultra-polite small talk evaporate away, I trust you'll find me skeptical, opinionated, and even slightly misanthropic—because, let's face it, if I have to see another tribal tattoo on some 40-something tourist from Miami, I may cut myself. We also have e-cigarettes. This is further proof that the DNA marker for "raging tool" has run amok. Yes, cynical words. But also know that I'm demonstrably warm and engaging. I'm also an INTJ. (Somewhere in Miami a guy with a tribal tattoo is failing his own Meyers-Briggs test.)
Romance is tough. It often feels almost unlikely. But who knows. If we can cut through the unseemly over-sharing of OKCupid (and I'm as guilty as anyone), something might just happen. Please mail me if you think I might make you laugh, and vice versa.
Oh, and my pictures are up-to-date and I really am 6-feet-tall. But not an inch taller.