I've got a graduate degree, a solid job, and 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.
I am from the Midwest, and while I do not think the fact that I spent most of my childhood in Milwaukee is particularly insightful info about me, I have noticed that a ton of women note that they are "from the Midwest," so I guess us Midwesterners are the prideful sort and inclined to include that tidbit. :)
And this is undoubtedly juvenile, but maybe you've got the same slice of humor as me, and so you respect my efforts to 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
If you made it this far (I apologize for the length), 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.