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I’m looking for

  • Women
  • Ages 22–32
  • Near me
  • Who are single
  • For new friends, long-term dating, short-term dating

My details

Last online
Aug 28
Middle Eastern, Other
5′ 10″ (1.78m)
Body Type
Mostly kosher
Judaism, but not too serious about it
Graduated from masters program
Rather not say
Doesn’t have kids
English (Fluently), Hebrew (Okay), French (Poorly)
My self-summary
Write a little about yourself. Just a paragraph will do.
I will wow your friends, impress your parents, and swoon your everything.

You're talented, driven, and tired of frat boys with topless pics.

We will skip the small talk. We will paint the town red (and black). We will be memorable.
What I’m doing with my life
Don’t overthink this one; tell us what you’re doing day-to-day.
Learning the secrets of the universe.
Installing linux on your toaster.
Wearing a lab coat at work.
I’m really good at
Go on, brag a little (or a lot). We won’t judge.
Kissing. Talking about whatever. Giving you my undivided attention.
The first things people usually notice about me
I’m an empty essay… fill me out!
My "dressed like I just don't care" is your "Hey, did you just come from a wedding? You look so fly."

One exception -- plain black T-shirts are my crack.
And by crack I mean facebook. And by facebook I mean that I keep wearing them without even remembering typing anything in the URL bar.
Favorite books, movies, shows, music, and food
Help your potential matches find common interests.
My favorite movies are books.
My favorite books are instapaper.

I listen to hipster music circa 2010. AKA indie music, soul train, and radical folk songs.

Yes, I will take your mixtape. No, I probably won't listen to it right away.

Milkshakes, Wine, or GTFO.

If you love Tamora Pierce or Terry Pratchett hit me up right now. Yes, now. Why are you still reading this I can guarantee that we will get along.
The six things I could never do without
Think outside the box. Sometimes the little things can say a lot.
Rooftop everything.
The barter system.
Meaningful relationships with the people around me.

I spend a lot of time thinking about
Global warming, lunch, or your next vacation… it’s all fair game.
You don't fall in love like you fall in a hole. You fall like falling through space. It’s like you jump off your own private planet to visit someone else’s planet. And when you get there it all looks different: the flowers, the animals, the colours people wear. It is a big surprise falling in love because you thought you had everything just right on your own planet, and that was true, in a way, but then somebody signalled to you across space and the only way you could visit was to take a giant jump. Away you go, falling into someone else’s orbit and after a while you might decide to pull your two planets together and call it home. And you can bring your dog. Or your cat. Your goldfish, hamster, collection of stones, all your odd socks. (The ones you lost, including the holes, are on the new planet you found.)

And you can bring your friends to visit. And read your favourite stories to each other. And the falling was really the big jump that you had to make to be with someone you don’t want to be without. That’s it.

PS You have to be brave.

( Thanks to Jeanette Winterson)
On a typical Friday night I am
Netflix and takeout, or getting your party on — how do you let loose?
Sample of 4 consecutive Fridays:

Friday 1. Using my skills to help Wikipedia get donations.
Friday 2. After a board meeting in NYC, swagging up a socialist magazine launch party.
Friday 3. Dance. Machine. (Conference in DC)
Friday 4. Move to Oakland. Take care of my friends' geckoes.
Friday 5. Put on my monocle, post up in the Met lobby and cackle at the pleibsns searching for culture.
(This is the part where you ask me out to dinner)
The most private thing I’m willing to admit
I’m an empty essay… fill me out!
I ran away from school once.

Forgive me! I was young, and reckless.

Here's the story

It was 2nd grade. I won a meaningless competition; won the right to lead the milk line into the cafeteria. Little did I suspect that line of children would become a line of betrayal.

Noon. We form up. I move to the front. Teacher ushers me aside. Lisa will head the line today.



Anger. I storm out of the room, and out of the building. It took a couple of hours for the police to find me.

Don't worry, I had the last laugh. My parents were furious that it took so long to realize I had left. They transfered the whole family out of the school.
You should message me if
Offer a few tips to help matches win you over.
Message me if "meeting up for coffee" sounds a little too obvious for a first date.

Message me if you're against Chill.

Don't know what to say? Here are some ideas:
1. What have you been thinking about lately?
2. Complete this sentence: "How about we _____"
3. Tell me I'm beautiful.

If all else fails just insert the word "avocado" somewhere and everything will work out.