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OwenSpeak

37 Melbourne, Australia Man

Man

I’m looking for

  • Women
  • Ages 27–42
  • Near me
  • For new friends, long-term dating, short-term dating

My details

Last online
Today – 8:58am
Orientation
Straight
Ethnicity
White
Height
5′ 11″ (1.80m)
Body type
Average
Diet
Mostly anything
Smokes
Trying to quit
Drinks
Socially
Drugs
Religion
Agnosticism, and somewhat serious about it
Sign
Pisces, and it’s fun to think about
Education
Graduated from Ph.D program
Job
Science / Engineering
Income
$80,000–$100,000
Status
Single
Type
Mostly monogamous
Offspring
Doesn’t have kids, but wants them
Pets
Likes dogs and likes cats
Speaks
English (Fluently), LISP (Fluently)

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My self-summary
Write a little about yourself. Just a paragraph will do.
Hello Stranger!

I suppose you've come to this page to find out about me - so I'll put aside that self-conscious feeling of overindulgence I get when I talk about myself to strangers and get on with it.

I've just finished up a PhD, on a topic that is a hybrid of artificial intelligence and evolutionary biology (as opposed to natural stupidity and creationism). The whole ordeal has been somewhat traumatic. I'm loath to start my profile with that little factoid, but after you've spent a number of years on such a monster, it does become a part of your identity (for better or worse).

Meanwhile, I'm working on building a small consulting company with my supervisors. This mostly involves statistical models of threatened species and bugs - it's frightfully sexy.

I'm open/honest to a fault, think that communication is paramount in all relationships, and get on best with people who are like-minded in that respect. I'm something of an idealist, especially regarding relationships.

I think people should be nice and look after each other.
What I’m doing with my life
Don’t overthink this one; tell us what you’re doing day-to-day.
Jeez, Mum! Get off my case, I'll sort it out soon...

I'm still in the process of recovering from the trauma of finishing a ridiculously overdue thesis. Seriously, what a fucker! I was well and truly bitten by the black dog on that one. I am, however, looking forward to the day when airline staff ask me to assist in an emergency amputation, because I insisted on calling myself "Doctor" when checking in.

Presently, as I stumble down the steps of the ivory tower, I'm looking to becoming something resembling a responsible adult (or, at least, feign an attempt at one), whilst maintaining a child-like open mindedness and idealism.
I’m really good at
Go on, brag a little (or a lot). We won’t judge.
Avoiding questions that require me to talk myself up in an overt manner.

For some reason, I feel most liberated in my writing when being self-deprecating. I've got qualities which could be good or bad, depending on who you're asking. I certainly don't presume to be everybody's cup of tea. Rather than attempt a boast (really, it's not hard to spin gold from straw, when you've got an audience looking to be impressed), I prefer to ramble and let you decide.
The first things people usually notice about me
I’m an empty essay… fill me out!
I suppose that would be my lack of manliness. I really can't be arsed trying to conform to the male stereotype. I find watching sport incredibly boring and I cry a stupid amount of the time. I do, however, have an irresistible impulse to switch off lights and turn down thermostats, which I mostly do under the guise of environmentalism (although, I've been informed this isn't the sole domain of frugal males).

I'm usually shy around strangers, that is, until I break some seal by blurting out something ridiculously personal about myself. After that, I'll happily run around under your garden sprinkler without any clothes! Online dating works well for me like that - I can get the confessional out of the way.

People are often surprised by my age. I'm not sure if that's more to do with my youthful good looks or a general lack of maturity. I'm a stupendous dag - and not in that hipster, not really a dag way.
Favorite books, movies, shows, music, and food
Help your potential matches find common interests.
Ah... the inevitable 'what really matters is "what you like", not "what you are like"' section. I fear I must deny the weary, overly polite, reader the opportunity to skip a section (fuck it, you can skip, if you want!). Instead, I'll give into my tendency to ramble and try to write something revealing about myself - I will, nevertheless, indulge in a bit of shameless, unreferenced, quote dropping.

I derive a lot of pleasure from films, books and music. A lot of smarter, artsy-fartsy stuff, but a good dose of faff as well. As for the twaddle I get all swoony groupie about, I'm a sucker for magical realism, story telling and personal confessions revelling in the awkwardness of human existence.

Boy, I love a beautifully crafted song lyric. It seems that most of the music I love is about heart break (and the inevitable sexual frustration that follows). Singers who's idea of romance is having a double-decker bus crash into yourself and loved one (such a heavenly way to die...). Do I listen to pop music because I am miserable? Or am I miserable because I listen to pop music? I used to love making mix tapes to woo would be romantic interests. Apparently the best tape I ever made was a break up tape...

In my younger, super impressionable, years, I was besotted by those crypto-homo glam rockers - Bowie, Iggy and Mercury - who's crotches make me question my sexuality. Oh, and the dirty Beat poet/writers, who had a penchant for injecting themselves with heroin and cock. I thought I might be gay for a while... Except I didn't desire to sleep with men and I think about lady bits all the time (and then, of course, there's the prohibitive standards of hygiene, and all that dancing!). Turns out, I was just a little bit poofy... The politics of sexuality and gender fascinate me. If I ever detect a hint of homophobia (or, more generally, sex negativity) in another, I'll, quite maliciously, let them believe I'm gay, just to rile them (sorry mum!) - I suppose this is a bit punk.

Food: ice cream. I enjoy cooking for others, but I'm quite lazy when cooking for one. I'm currently about 90% vegetarian (i.e., the type that doesn't bother to put out your mum or won't hesitate to order meat if the menu has unimaginative vegetarian options) - but respect what others do with their own lives. I love condiments, they're the things I'd miss the most if I was vegan (what, no mayonnaise!).
The six things I could never do without
Think outside the box. Sometimes the little things can say a lot.
I could never do a profile without a list.
I could never do a picnic without brie.
I could never do a road trip without a daggy singalong.
I could never do a bicycle ride without a seat.
I could never do a date without a smiling accomplice.
I could never do a philosophical discussion without a mildly addictive drink (actually, scratch that, I just need oxygen).
I could never do a question without breaking the rules.
I spend a lot of time thinking about
Global warming, lunch, or your next vacation… it’s all fair game.
I worry a lot about expression in writing; I'm perfectionist and I obsess about clearly articulating my rambling nonsensical thoughts. Often I over think and rewrite sentences so much that I create little monsters that no one can understand but me. With a pride reminiscent of Frankenstein, I let these miscreants flutter out into the world, like demented butterflies, and wonder that other's hearts don't break on encountering their beauty.

All this is problematic with thesis/work writing. I've mild dyslexia, which coupled with my horrendous handwriting and spelling (seriously, I write like a five-year old), means I avoid writing most of the time. Thank God for word processors, spell checkers and giving a fuck about communication.
On a typical Friday night I am
Netflix and takeout, or getting your party on — how do you let loose?
doing something similar to Wednesday morning. Sometimes I have breakfast for dinner and dinner for breakfast. That's the type of crazy existence I lead. No really... More often than not, there's not much going on, but I'd like to change that. This is partially due to academia blurring the line between work and play (it seems that, at any point in time, I'm either working or procrastinating) and all my friends are popping out babies all over the place and are no longer available for Friday evening shenanigans. Also, I'm a bit of a Nanna...
The most private thing I’m willing to admit
I’m an empty essay… fill me out!
Despite any outward appearance to the contrary, inside I'm really just a frightened child. I'm an awkward, introspective, introverted type, and tend to wear my heart on my sleeve. Sometimes I feel like the only person in the world who hasn't got their shit together.
You should message me if
Offer a few tips to help matches win you over.
you're a dingledodie! I'm most interested in people who live to think and feel; to talk and listen with compassion; who value work/life balance and aren't materialistic; are feminist and think gender binaries are balls; who care about others, but are up for a bit of social vandalism.

If you're uncertain if you're a dingledodie, but you'd very much like to be one (and you're intelligent, compassionate and a kickarse communicator), then you probably are one!

By the way, I currently reside in the hills - solo in Belgrave. Belgrave is lovely and my place is a beautiful bluestone apartment, part of a heritage listed manor, which I think is pretty fucking awesome. That said, I'm not the type who's too fussy about where I live in the long term. Sometimes I put my location as Melbourne, in order to trick people into visiting my profile. Otherwise, I tend to have more visitors from O/S (hello lovelies!) than from my local city. Go figure...

Also, in case you missed it on the side, I'm a smoker. We're a lonely sad bunch, aren't we... There was a time when it was romantic ("you and me and five bucks"), nowadays, it's like confessing a venereal disease. I say trying to quit, because I'd love dearly to be a non-smoker and intend to become one soon.

Thank you for indulging me my little rant - I hope you enjoyed the show? It is a tad waffly, isn't it? Like a forlorn peacock, desperately strutting its stuff, I tried to put some thought and pizzazz behind it. If only I could be so articulate in person! That said, there's a fine line between a thoughtful profile and one that's in danger of disappearing up its own arsehole. Don't be fooled! This whole dating game is 90% photos, 7% those details on the side, 9% write up, 5% match score and 1% math questions.

Okay... If you're wishing I'd send you a message, then you should send me one. That's how it works, right? I'm a rather awkward first messager, and only write to profiles that give a strong feeling of the person (which, to be honest, is few) and when things are quiet. This bothers me... But a personal message (the more awkward, the better) always breaks the seal. If you can't find a common interest on my profile, either I haven't waffled enough or, more likely, we're ill-suited.

p.s. I've been made aware that I occasionally receive the dubious honour of a red "replies selectively" badge... What colour is yours? It's probably something we have in common. Don't worry too much, it's mostly marriage proposals/well wishers from O/S (these are lovely, but I don't necessarily reply) and messages from profiles without photos (aka, people who failed online dating 101).