Back to me. I am charming, opinionated, ambitious, and can cook like a dream. Indeed, the kitchen is where I work through bursts of both anxiety (baking) and creativity (cooking). I have great stories, and know how to tell them. I love New England (home for boarding school and college), and feel happiest near water. While I'm a fully functioning city dweller, and have a near encyclopedic knowledge of restaurants in this city, I admit that I occasionally need to escape and turn off all the devices and read books with pages not screens. And if it goes too long between such escapes, I get progressively less awesome.
I love keeping lists, grocery stores, hotel sex, picking paint colors, and conversations about important things. I hate the sound of someone cutting their fingernails, indecision, humidity, transferring from the 1 to the L. Actually, scratch that. I hate taking any train except for the 1/2/3/a/b/c/d.