Okay, are all the boring people gone now? Good, now that it's just us, let's get down to it:
I'm pretty alright. You'll probably like me. At the the very least I'm not a complete a-hole. Most of the time.
I'm not really looking for relationships of the romantic nature. Mostly I just want cool people to hang out and do new stuff with. If one of you winds up being awesome enough to make me desire something more serious, then fantastic, but know that I'm not actively seeking it out.
I'm usually polyamorous, but not always; it just doesn't seem right with some people. Though typically if I want to be monogamous with you right away then I probably like you too much and I would appreciate it if you could start being a jerk or something to regulate that for me. Thanks.
I am a pluviophile, so so far I think this town is pretty fantastic.
I am an outgoing introvert. Yes, I realize that doesn't make sense. No, I will not elaborate here.
I periodically make terrible puns about science.
I swear copiously.
I'm smart, or at least can fake it pretty damn well most of the time.
I am prone to long, rambling, and unbelievably profane rants about things that absolutely DO. NOT. MATTER.
I likewise get unreasonably excited about really, really dumb things.
I love dogs. Have a dog. Have a big, awesome dog that I can play with. WHAT ARE YOU STILL DOING HERE, GO GET A DOG RIGHT NOW!
I like both staying in and relaxing and going out and getting into trouble. Which is good, since I think those are the only two options.
I think going to an arcade to drink and yell at each other over games and sitting at a quiet bar to sip whiskey while talking about obscure philosophical views are equally appealing uses of time.
I have a habit of starting all of the entries in these talkin'-about-myself essays with "I." This has left me with a strong urge to factor all of them out.
I am weird. It will help if you are, too.