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34 Seattle, WA Man


I’m looking for

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  • Ages 25–40
  • Near me
  • Who are single
  • For new friends, long-term dating, short-term dating

My Details

Last Online
Today – 8:03am
Hispanic / Latin, White
6′ 1″ (1.85m)
Body Type
Mostly anything
Graduated from university
Doesn’t want kids
Likes dogs and likes cats
English, French (Okay)

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My self-summary
Write a little about yourself. Just a paragraph will do.
And so:
I jokingly once said of myself that I'm not as nice as I seem, but nicer than most. Equally possible is the obverse of that statement (but only some days). If you're not sure about me, then you're on the right track.

I find that I'm not often one to linger long on extremes (the trend continues). I have an innate, albeit unnecessarily convoluted, system of balancing things out. Can I explain it better than that right now?

I don't conceive of my life as one of stages or milestones or anything like that. I don't assume that I will one day own a home (or even a car). I don't plan on children. But that doesn't mean that I reject these things, either. Life just happens. I'm a late bloomer - B.A. completed at age 27 - and was definitely a crotchety old man during the period before that. And sometimes still am. I was vehemently opposed to the idea that I was insular when living at the height of said insularity. I now look at that time and smirk at my own hard-headed snarkiness. Obviously there's more to that story.

It can be fairly apparent that I've been eating either carrot cake or chocolate, as both tend to make me giddy. I work at a bakery and chocolate lurks around every corner, so I'm surprisingly pleasant when there. Attempt to find no absolute truth in that statement.

Additionally, I keep frozen waffles on hand for those moments when I realize I am out of bread or the bread has gone stale. I don't have a driver's license, but I am an aggressive pedestrian. I've been known to get loud with a driver who tries to overtake an intersection out of turn. I can be, as they say, 'that' person.

Sometimes I forget things that I've said and replace them with others. Yet sometimes my memory is blindingly accurate to the fussiest detail. I'm just the ball between those two paddles. My occasional inconsistency is balanced by my innate love of repetition in anything. Honestly, sometimes I'm squinting so hard at the little bits that I fail to notice what the hell it is I'm looking at.

I quit smoking in 2012, May-ish. As of January 2015, I am still cigarette free. (I really dislike second-hand smoke getting into my head space, which always made for my being a fussy smoker.)

Certain clipped words frustrate me, but I regularly acronym things. Chicago-style pizza and hot dogs trump other-style pizza and hot dogs, but I'll think it's cute if you believe otherwise. I can sometimes recite "The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock" from memory, though the middle gets a little rough.

I am honey, curry, and dark chocolate.
What I’m doing with my life
Don’t overthink this one; tell us what you’re doing day-to-day.
This box has a loaded title.

I'm the Operations Manager for a bakery. I am not a baker, but I do bake some things. I run around a lot looking engaged and earnest. I am not one of the bakers. Raspberry jam on any part of one's person has that effect. I am not a baker.

While I moved from Ballard to Capitol Hill in the summer of 2012, I still feel minorly unsettled. I suppose that's what happens when you try to justify saving all the bubble wrap you have with the vague notion that a piece of furniture might become of it.
I know.

Working on paying down student loan debt. In other words, I haven't gone on as many adventures as I'd like to have at this point. But I'm focusing energies towards that end. I seem to think I read a lot, but always feel like I could be reading more. Sometimes I really want to take the GRE and go to grad school. Sometimes I just want to sit in a cafe for 6 hours and read and write. My pace is variable.
I’m really good at
Go on, brag a little (or a lot). We won’t judge.
Currently we show acceptable proficiency in:
missing the obvious in lieu of missing the much less obvious and catching the latter;
hitting the ground running and feeling great about it until the moment when I actually hit the ground;
creating messes from which to create order;
sharing my light mood with others (assuming I'm in such a mood);
considering things from multiple angles.
I'm also (sickeningly) adept at packing boxes (well).
The first things people usually notice about me
I’m an empty essay… fill me out!
I'm looking at them. I always do. Also, the way I walk--I bounce on the balls of my feet.
Favorite books, movies, shows, music, and food
Help your potential matches find common interests.
I'm not in the mood to play the favorites game, nor have I found it very productive, but right now I'll take:

Looking (2014-present)
Black Mirror (2011-present)
Gregg Araki
Eyes Wide Shut (1999, Stanley Kubrick)
A Guide to Recognizing Your Saints (2006, Dito Montiel)
Perfect Sense (a.k.a. The Last Word, 2011, David Mackenzie)
Weekend (2011, Andrew Haigh)
Loose Woman by Sandra Cisneros
Côte d'Azur (Crustacés et coquillages, 2005, Olivier Ducastel and Jacques Martineau)
pumpkin chili
Whatever this is. (2013-present)
The Outs (2012-2013)
pears, please - when it's autumn
The Emperors of Chocolate by Joël Glenn Brenner
Six Feet Under (2001-2005)
RuPaul's Drag Race (2009-present)
Unforgiven (1992, Clint Eastwood)
The Man of My Life (L'Homme de sa vie, 2006, Zabou Breitman)
The Ides of March by Thornton Wilder
Hedwig and the Angry Inch (2001, John Cameron Mitchell)
Enemy Mine (1985, Wolfgang Petersen)
Middlesex by Jeffery Eugenides
good chips and better salsa
Beautiful Boy by David Sheff
cornbread is sometimes a blank canvas
Hour of the Wolf (1968, Ingmar Bergman)
White Men Can't Jump (1992, Ron Shelton)
You Shall Know Our Velocity! by Dave Eggers
Vanilla Sky (2001, Cameron Crowe)
To Be Continued... - Elton John
Yeasayer - All Hour Cymbals
grapefruit, grapefruit, grapefruit
Red Without Blue (2007, Benita & Todd Sills, Brooke Sebold)
Breakfast of Champions by Kurt Vonnegut
various Animal Collective albums
Slaughterhouse-Five by Kurt Vonnegut
avocado all around
Jenny Lewis - Acid Tongue
Rachel Getting Married (2008, Jonathan Demme)
Portishead - Third
reviewing my giant Stokstad books just for kicks
Disgrace by J.M. Coetzee
Le Robert Micro
Mister Lonely (2007, Harmony Korine)
The Power and the Glory by Graham Greene
Natural Born Killers (1994, Oliver Stone)
quinoa [fun to say, fun to eat]
kielbasa [ " " " " ]
kombucha [fun to say, fun to drink]
The six things I could never do without
Think outside the box. Sometimes the little things can say a lot.
Despite any indication to the contrary, I try to tend towards the "there isn't much without which I could not do" camp, but:

Appreciation for everything provided by my environment, and I mean this on as many levels as possible.
I value curiosity.
Ditto intuition.
Humor is important ; adult laughter deficiency makes me nauseous.
My toes curl when a certain sense of civility is lacking from the situation.
The fleeting remnants of my dreams, especially the ones involving new apartments, animals that talk while consuming me, and exploring interesting interiors.
I spend a lot of time thinking about
Global warming, lunch, or your next vacation… it’s all fair game.
The moon and the sun. Knowledge, its abundance, its artifice, its brutality and all the other adjectives that apply. How I've come this far and just what I think I'm actually doing i.e. questioning my own agency. Things entering my field of vision.
On a typical Friday night I am
Netflix and takeout, or getting your party on — how do you let loose?
I often have trouble distinguishing Friday from Wednesday.
The most private thing I’m willing to admit
I’m an empty essay… fill me out!
I have not read any part of, nor watched any screen adaptation of, the Harry Potter franchise. I have no problems with it, I just don't care. I might not consistently cite the same reasons for this (what some might consider glaring) omission from my media diet, and that's because I don't care. You can bring logic to bear regarding how I might be missing out, but I won't care. My friends reference it frequently, and I never care. Really, it's fine; I just don't care.
You should message me if
Offer a few tips to help matches win you over.
For certain, if you might write something more than "You want to" in this here section. Write me if you do not want to discuss sports ever (the Olympics are an obvious exception).

I know everyone wants a good listener, but not everyone it seems is up to that challenge. I'm more of a listener than a waiting to speak person, and hope you would be, too. So let's try to keep an ear on each other. I like the kind of engaging conversation that can engage me on all levels, head to toe and in between. Even if we're dissecting something is inane as the aesthetics of the arrangement of holes on a pepper shaker while giggling every time we say 'holes.'

And surely if: you love breakfast. I like it in and out, hot and cold, with coffee or tea. I love it, and I usually want it not long after I've awakened. Breakfast.

But also- if you really want someone with whom to stroll through Seattle's great fog, I'm in. If you're prepared to suspect I don't know what I'm talking about or that my answers to questions seem impermanent and are unbothered by this - I make up my mind a lot until I change it one day. You feel comfortable hearing and using words that do not necessarily exist, that is, in the sense that they are not commonly found in a dictionary. Because that happens sometimes, too.