(Come on, you guys, seriously.)
Let me just take a big breath and blurt all this out there:
I am a long-divorced skeptical-atheist-agnostic with no kids. I am routinely estimated to be 10 years younger than I am. I am either the middle child, the oldest, or an only child, depending on how you're looking at my family. I've lived in metro-Detroit my whole life, but have no intention of dying here. Someone recently asked me why I'm single, and the only answer I could give is that I have "a peculiar set of traits." (Not "requirements," not even "wants." Traits.)
I have enjoyed the Amazing Meeting, CSICon, the Mensa Annual Gathering (I'm not a member), the World Steampunk Convention, American Atheists National Convention, Detroit Anime con, ScareFest, the American Sewing Expo, and other even more unrelated conventions. (I love gatherings of like-minded people, even if I'm not of their mind.) I have spent the night in Lizzie Borden's bedroom and in the upper gallery of the Mutter Museum. I write for a local arts and culture blog and see 40+ art/music/performance shows a year. On the other hand, I've also been known to come home Friday and not leave again until Monday morning.
I sew/craft/make, and feel best when wearing something I've made. I made a genuine, but futile, effort at learning the accordion. I watch debates for fun. I recently rewrote Poe's "Annabel Lee," also just for fun.
I currently have 11 animal skulls in my living room, although most people don't even notice right away cuz there's nothing goth about it. (Except for the wildebeest; he's a little hard to miss.) I love rodeos but could do without the attendant god-bothery and USA-rah-rah-ness.
I dislike beer but can, and sometimes do, drink copious amounts of vodka. I have owned 24 different vehicles -- currently a Volvo Cross Country and a 600cc maxiscooter -- and am convinced I can drive anything. I have done voice work for three different radio stations, two TV stations, and a couple of podcasts (including one for which I was the featured interview subject). Even mediocre improv will make me laugh myself silly, and there's nothing funnier to me than good standup. Except maybe chickens. Chickens crack me up.