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29 Fremont, CA Man


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  • Ages 18–100
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My Details

Last Online
Online now!
5′ 8″ (1.73m)
Body Type
Agnosticism, and laughing about it
Virgo, but it doesn’t matter
Dropped out of university
Relationship Status
Relationship Type
Has dogs and likes cats
English (Fluently), Spanish (Poorly)

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My self-summary
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This recent time period's thing that is pretty awesome, presented without any comment whatsoever:

Nothing. Nothing is awesome this week. Goddammit, America.

I am a regularly confused person with mixed feelings on where he is going in life and a sense of discontent with himself that he has not yet reconciled with reality. Also, I write overly pretentious self-summaries on dating websites. If I could make a living off words that don't make sense, by god, I would be rich.

The more time I spend on this website, the more I become convinced that I may well be its most boring man. I see profiles with stuff like, "I am always being creative, I volunteer at a hospital for mentally disabled animals with drug addictions before spending my evenings at an orphanage for disenfranchised White Martians, and then I get three hours of sleep while simultaneously practicing photography and cliff-diving needlepoint." And I think, "well, I came home from work, ran around with my dogs and played some Morrowind, so...points for me."

So, everything above this line was written two years ago. Now, 8/2/2013, I am finally adding this sentence: I am dealing with this complex by trying to do more shit. That's right: Only took me two years to figure that one out. I'm a quick one.
What I’m doing with my life
Don’t overthink this one; tell us what you’re doing day-to-day.
I am working at a software company as a security specialist, while attempting to get my flabby ass in shape enough to pursue martial arts, as it's something I dearly wanted to do as a teenager but never found the time for. Writing periodically fits in here somewhere.
I’m really good at
Go on, brag a little (or a lot). We won’t judge.
Doing right by other people. Swearing. Feeling overly concerned about things I perceive in myself that are probably not an issue. Basically, being insecure. I'm totally awesome at being insecure, with a minor in coming to terms with it.
The first things people usually notice about me
I’m an empty essay… fill me out!
You know, you'd have to ask them. But you can't ask them, because you don't know them. We're at an impasse, OKCupid. I don't know what we can do about this one. I'm so sorry it didn't work out, I understand if you never want to talk to me again. I'll always have a place in my heart for you, OKCupid. You'll always be my first.
Favorite books, movies, shows, music, and food
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Books in no particular order except the first:
-Gateway by Frederik Pohl, a wonderful, underrated book that I read far, far, far too early in my life for its subject matter and I am thankful for that on a daily basis
-House of Leaves by Mark Danielewski, though admittedly less from an emotional perspective and more from a technical appreciation for meta-writing
-Cyrano de Bergerac by Edmond Rostand (okay it's a play and not a traditional book but it's my list so fuck you), which basically got me through my adolescence
-James Robinson's run on Starman, one of the few comics that makes me weepy
-more things I'll think of later when it's not three in the morning

Movie: As Good As It Gets, The Royal Tenenbaums, Kiss Kiss Bang Bang

Music: way, way too random to list, but anything's welcome although I admit having serious problems accepting country music in my life due to an exponential level of repetitions of "She Thinks My Tractor's Sexy" during high school gym class
update: I was always dissatisfied with this answer, as it seems far too nonspecific. To better elucidate on my melodic schizophrenia, a randomly-generated seven-man pull from my library returned Chiddy Bang, Meat Loaf, Paul Simon, Jacques Brel, LCD Soundsystem, the Scissor Sisters and The World/Inferno Friendship Society. Yeah.
Update, 7/18: I've discovered Tally Hall's "Be Born" makes me tear up. I don't know what this means for my future as an adult, but it can't be good.

Food: cliches
The six things I could never do without
Think outside the box. Sometimes the little things can say a lot.
-My friends. Mind you, I am aware this is the most cliche and overused answer on this site and, I daresay, every self-summary in the history of mankind. All the same it is true, and especially so for me. I do not have a family in any traditional sense of the term; my friends ARE my family. Without them I'm pretty sure I would shrivel up and die.
-My capacity for using my body. I'm a lifelong gamer, nerd and office worker, so this feels like something of a weird oxymoron, but it's true. I love kickboxing, I love jiu-jitsu, I love (and hate) working out. I'd like to learn how to dance, but my German-Swedish-American background leaves me inherently incapable of rhythm.
-Singing, which is funny, because aside from maybe two or three people I never do it in front of human beings. The emotional egress is too good, but I am a tad too embarrassed by it.
-My computer. I'm pretty sure without the grace of a PC I would devolve further and further and be one day found naked in my backyard, banging on a rock with another, smaller rock.
-My complete inability to do math or count.
I spend a lot of time thinking about
Global warming, lunch, or your next vacation… it’s all fair game.
Matters of politics that I will likely never have an impact on nor will they have a noticeable impact on me (living in the bay area means I am thankfully immune to most GOP issues, but seriously, what the fuck, North Carolina), horrendously nerdy things about comic books and video games and the evolution of both as storytelling mediums, and the slow, inexorable death of my sense of carefree living now that I am old enough to realize that my pursuit of money ruins my ability to enjoy pretending my cardboard box is a spaceship.
On a typical Friday night I am
Netflix and takeout, or getting your party on — how do you let loose?
Collapsing from a prolonged workweek into a pile formed by my dogs and looking forward to a weekend of punching inanimate (but cushy) objects and relaxing.
The most private thing I’m willing to admit
I’m an empty essay… fill me out!
I often question whether or not I am actually a real human being.

Also, I hit the Like button on tons of people because I can't actually figure out how to say hello to them without it being either boring or creepy, and it's the passive, neurotic way of saying "hey, you're neat." Because, obviously, people give a shit about if I Like them on the internet.
You should message me if
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I was always dissatisfied with my answer to this question, because "if you want to" is a kind of a copout. Moreover, it was something of an excuse--I was always vaguely terrified of somehow offending someone by messaging them, consequently I'd leave the burden of doing so on them.

I'm not quite so terrified of this anymore. But getting messages is wonderful, because people on the internet are interesting and the egostroke of being interesting enough to warrant messaging never gets old for my terminally neurotic ass.

(alternately: if you know who Kazushi Sakuraba is, drop me a line.)