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DudeSeeksDudett

45 M Washington, DC

My Details

Last Online
Online now!
Orientation
Straight
Ethnicity
Height
5′ 11″ (1.80m)
Body Type
Fit
Diet
Smokes
No
Drinks
Socially
Drugs
Never
Religion
Sign
Education
Job
Art / Music / Writing
Income
Relationship Status
Single
Relationship Type
Offspring
Pets
Speaks
English, French (Fluently), Swahili (Poorly), Spanish (Poorly)

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My self-summary
So I asked my three best friends to help me out on this. The first one said I was a combination of Einstein, Gandhi, and Elvis, in that I had the IQ of Elvis, the sex appeal of Einstein, and the wealth of Gandhi. The second, a prison guard, said he’d "reckoned he’d known worse," while the third looked at me blearily from his bar stool and said, “Do I know you?”

Clearly I am going to have to do this on my own.

I'm literary and political. I think about right brain stuff with my left brain, and left brain stuff with my right. My high school aptitude test said I should be a philologist. I've smoked pot twice: once with Allen Ginsburg and once with pygmies in the Congo. I know the difference between flotsam and jetsam. I floss, religiously: every Christmas, Passover, Diwali, Easter... I care about the way sentences are put together, the secrets to making a good paper airplane, and the fate of the seahorse. I think that dogs should be big enough to wrestle with and that the novels of Susan Sontag are pretentious junk. My two favorite pieces of music are Gould's Variations and Rachmaninoff's Vespers, but I like everything from Toumani Diabate to Diana Krall. I sometimes wonder what line of poetry or prose I would get tattooed on me, were I the sort to do that sort of thing. Oh, and I have a daughter adopted from China. The first time we met, I felt I had my whole life been a bell, and not known it until at that moment I was lifted and struck.
What I’m doing with my life
Well, I just killed an hour or so running famous quotes through several languages on the google translate machine before recapitulating them into English. Here's what OkC's most frequently cited poem sounds like after a run thru Hungarian, Chinese, Welsh and Gujarati:

Destroying observation, such as "Do you dance in the car!
If you've never been hurt, like, love
There is no way to play, do not ask
Live like it's heaven and on earth.
I’m really good at
Filling out small text boxes.

Using "Whom." This is--and I'm not making this up--supposed to be catnip to the ladies. A recent study showed that men who use "whom" in their profiles are 37% more likely to get responses, regardless of whether they used it correctly. So to all you lonely ladies out there: Whom loves you, baby?
The first things people usually notice about me
They don't. I'm like the perfect spy: most people don't notice me, and those that do forget about me right away.
Favorite books, movies, shows, music, and food
Wouldn't it be more fun to talk about what we dislike? Can't we hit it off by having common aversions? You'd flee the country if we had a Santorum administration? You thought Forrest Gump was a sentimental sinkhole? Let's get it on....

But, fwiw, I have crushes on Zadie Smith, Tina Fey, Elizabeth Warren, and Christina Hendricks; love the writings of Alice Munro and Donald Justice[1]; and rock out to Glenn Gould and Sergei Rachmaninoff. I read and reread the first two pages of the Sun Also Rises and the last three of Ulysses; groove to the music of Rachel's and Toumani Diabate; and recalibrate my sanity via liberal doses of Jon Stewart and Paul Krugman. My fortress of solitude is located on an island off the coast of Kenya. And I like trees, both sedulous and seditious.
[1] Oh, and these days Hilary Mantel.
I spend a lot of time thinking about
Wondering if dating sites are at all the right way to meet. I'm not sure I'd have picked out of the OKC pile the women I've fallen for in the past-or if I'd had a quick coffee date with them it would have led to anything.
Usually it's something small and serendipitous that starts the avalanche: she says something spunky or interesting, or you suddenly notice the elegance of her clavicle bones--no, really--or there's a shift in the light that captures the vitality of her eyes. And the thought comes that the two of you are, after all, surprisingly compatible and you think how odd it is you hadn't noticed that before. And then one day she comes in wearing an emerald dress that hugs her body and you can't stop looking-only it's not lust, not just, it's longing and desire and the most intense wish to protect and take care of her and make her happy. Forever.
And how do you capture lightning in a bottle?
On a typical Friday night I am
Perusing OKCupid, apparently.
The most private thing I’m willing to admit
I was a teenager before I realized that the Cookie Monster wasn't actually "eating" those cookies.

For years, I thought I had a unique ability to tell when it was about to start raining. Then I realized everyone thinks they have that ability. It's the superpower everyone secretly thinks they possess.

I confuse like things: the pillsbury dough boy and the Michellin tire guy. Scorcese and Copolla. The baader Meinhof gang and the bad news bears gang.

My high school aptitude test said I should be a philologist. If that cracks you up, we'll probably get along.

A humblebrag: I always stumble over pronouncing words like renaissance in English. (Cuz I grew up speaking French.)
I’m looking for
  • Straight girls only
  • Ages 32–42
  • Located anywhere
  • Who are single
  • For new friends, long-term dating, short-term dating, casual sex
You should message me if
You're one of us.

My deep dark secret: I'm not much interested in dating these days. Been there, done that. The truth is--and I'm just going to put it out there: I want to get married. I want to have kids. I want to have Sunday brunches and family bike rides and I want to help the kids with their homework and be their soccer coach and take them to see the migration of the monarchs and the pumkin chunkin contest. I want to be making out on the kitchen floor with our baby crawling past us, like in the opening credits to 30 Something. Most of all I want to know that I'm going to want to know what you're thinking--not just today but 10 and 20 years from now. A nice body will attract me, but an insightful and irreverent mind will keep me.

Oh, and just for the sake of clarity: Some women have asked if I adopted my child on my own, because I indicate that I'm "single." In fact I'm divorced. I could change my status easily enough, but I object to the idea that my status should be defined in perpetuity by the divorce. It's as if I got sick once, and forever after had to be known as ill.