I've got a graduate degree, a solid job, live in a cool neighborhood; didn't I hit the superficial yuppie trifecta? :)
Fine, truth is, I'm bored. I swear to God, Allah, or the prophet of your choice that I'm fun, funny, and absolute boyfriend material.
And this is undoubtedly juvenile, but maybe you've got the same slice of humor as me, and so you respect my efforts find a modest amount of amusement at work:
I don’t care what you do, but I do have a thing for smart chicks. I’d love to meet a nice girl and go hiking in Rock Creek Park. I want to go with you on a night-time monument tour. Or go mini-golfing. Let's locate a volunteer activity to do together that actually makes some kind of difference. Let's play tennis. Or go bowling.
Until the group folded due to lack of interest, I was getting up way too early 3 mornings a week for my running club, “Back On My Feet” ("a national nonprofit organization that is dedicated to creating independence and self-sufficiency within the homeless"; http://dc.backonmyfeet.org/dc-landing.html). And truthfully, I don't feel all that politically active, but my boss suggested I check out “Drinking Liberally,” and when I learned DC had no chapter, I co-started one. And you should come! (I say that in no small part because we're not getting a whole lot of interest. And in DC!)
Even if not that political, I do like to write, and when Facebook published a list of the “40 Most Shared Political Articles” on all of Facebook in 2011, one of my Huffington Post comedy pieces was #11, and I thought that was pretty cool: http://allfacebook.com/facebook-political-articles_b70575
I dare you to message me, tell me to buy you a beer (or margarita?) tomorrow, and then tomorrow drink your beer and tell me about you.