Assuming my cousins have stopped reading, some basic facts: I grew up in Oklahoma, went to college here in DC, and probably/begrudgingly identify with most associated stereotypes.
My Meyers-Briggs type is long forgotten and I have no idea what yours says about you.
I believe “Terrapin Station” is precisely the amount of time it takes to make a good roux, reclining your seat in coach is inconsiderate, and guacamole should have a little garlic. I despise emoticons, believe the American men will win a World Cup in my lifetime, and feel pretty strongly that the chicken came before the egg.
I would rather cook than do the dishes, and while I kind of hate the word “foodie,” describing myself as an "eater" isn't too flattering.
My favorite weather is best described as "sweatshirt and shorts."
Parents seem to like me. Growing up, if you were going to do something sketchy, I was the guy you told your parents was going to put them at ease. Then we did something sketchy. These days, parents mostly just find me fun to drink with.
But I’m not perfect: I own marjoram but don’t know what it’s for, talk out loud to my DVR when it butts in with a horrible suggestion, cook with real butter, and can’t water ski.
I love adventures. Anything from a new restaurant to Antarctica to meeting someone's "crazy family." Paradoxically, while I’m really good at enjoying and recognizing adventures, I’m not so good at planning them. (on the bright side, this leads to more adventures)
I’ll travel anywhere once, and most places more than that (bad news if you’re dying to go to Bratislava). While I’ve had some amazing solo adventures it’s become clear to me that I’d rather have someone to travel with: you gotta have people to talk to at the end of the day.
I'm interested in anyone that finds meaning in small things, needs to find humor in sad and scary ones, and would prefer to deal with it all glass in hand.