Why do so many people take pictures of themselves in their cars? Not with their cars, but IN their cars?
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Me with a bullet -- well, lotsa bullets:

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 went to the Amazing Meeting and CSICon last year. I've also been to the Mensa Annual Gathering (I'm not a member), the World Steampunk Convention, American Atheists National Convention, Detroit Anime con, the American Sewing Expo, and other even more unrelated conventions. (I enjoy gatherings of like-minded people, even if I'm not of their mind.) 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'm a few months into learning the accordion. I watch debates for fun. I recently rewrote Poe's "Annabel Lee," also just for fun.

I presently have 10 animal skulls in my living room, although it's not immediately obvious, acquired through various means -- three are artworks, three were found and gifted to me, three I bought at estate sales, and one old raccoon I found in my yard. 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. 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.

BOOM.

I've been in the same career for 25 years -- yes, since I was actually a teenager -- and was recently laid off from the position I'd had for 10 years. Rather than rush back into exactly the same job at a different desk, I'm taking some time to recoup, kickback, and daydream about what my next career may be.

Until I have that sussed, I am working at my friend's civil rights law firm, and learning how to speak legalese.

Laughing really hard, much to people's surprise. (People tend to think I'm quite serious.)

The piercing intensity of my gaze. Wait, I can be even worse than that. The world-weariness of my affect, interrupted by my tiny, child-like grin. Seriously, I don't know, probably my green eyes. And big hooters.

I think this is first-date conversational material, don't you? I prefer documentaries to fiction, and listen to a load of podcasts (mostly science/skepticism/comedy) when I'm not listening to Pandora. Happy to swap stations. :)

Just give me six good learning opportunities.

How to understand people, and how to help people understand me.

I just started wearing glasses, but it seems like I should have been wearing them forever. Also, I have a bones-deep prejudice against long-haired men.

If you'd like to chat, don't just skirt around the edges, send an email. None of this stalky stuff!
PS -Everyone- hates it when your first message is "hi."