Within three minutes of unlocking my door at the end of the day, I
am in my pajamas. Fleece pants. Zip-up sweatshirt. Barefoot. Three
This fall will mark my 11th anniversary with Manhattan. Nothing is
ever perfect but we've grown accustomed to one another's quirks and
seem to be in for the long haul. We are happy, and I still believe
this is the greatest town on earth (maybe tied with London,
actually). I like spending time with people who love it here,
I'm a big believer in balance. Early morning runs and late night
dance parties. Loving what you do but also knowing what defines you
when you leave the office. Exploring new places, and always happy
to come home.
I'm looking for a partner. Someone who laughs with abandon,
believes in the good, reads, asks questions. Someone who knows who
he is, and thinks that guy is awesome.
What I’m doing with my life
Convincing the world that physical books are an entirely different
- and better - experience than e-books.
Translation: I work in book publishing. Please don't ask me what
I'm going to do when "everything goes digital." It's my job to make
sure that doesn't happen.
I’m really good at
Writing other people's cover letters, choosing crowd pleasers on a
jukebox, and being grateful for what I have.
The first things people usually notice about me
My hair. I have good hair.
Favorite books, movies, shows, music, and food
Books: The Feast of Love, Charlottes Web, A Home at the End of the
World, The Rules of Civility, Wonder, Miss Rumphius, Shopgirl. I
just read The Goldfinch and hugged it at the end. (The book, not
Music: Billy Joel, Elton John, Tom Petty, Ke$ha (if you disagree
with me on this you're simply lying), Red Hot Chili Peppers, fun.,
a smattering of country, Ben Folds, Sara Barielles, and the Boss.
The six things I could never do without
My running sneakers
A cozy scarf
The "snooze" feature on my alarm
I spend a lot of time thinking about
Hazelnut iced coffee, my grandpa, whether I can actually fit a
grand piano in my apartment, how that seemingly random group of
people at the table next to us knows each other and where the hell
everyone is constantly rushing to on the subway platform.
On a typical Friday night I am
Drinking a dark - not hoppy - beer in a bar that lets everyone in,
no matter what shoes he or she is wearing.
The most private thing I’m willing to admit
I wore the medal from my first marathon under my work clothes for
an entire week.
You should message me if
You have an impressive bookshelf and don't charge late fees. Or if
you want to teach me how to ride a bike.