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Phaedon

30 Cleveland, OH Man

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I’m looking for

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  • Ages 23–32
  • Near me
  • Who are single
  • For new friends, long-term dating, short-term dating

My Details

Last Online
Yesterday – 7:10pm
Orientation
Straight
Ethnicity
White
Height
5′ 11″ (1.80m)
Body Type
Fit
Diet
Mostly anything
Smokes
No
Drinks
Socially
Drugs
Never
Religion
Atheism
Sign
Aries
Education
Graduated from masters program
Job
Technology
Income
$60,000–$70,000
Relationship Status
Single
Relationship Type
Mostly monogamous
Offspring
Doesn’t have kids
Pets
Likes dogs and has cats
Speaks
English (Fluently), German (Poorly)

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My self-summary
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You ever think what an obnoxious question this is? Quantify yourself. Speak for all those qualities that ought to speak for themselves. Determine which are essential, which are transient, which are accidental. Can you tell I'm stalling? If I told you I am clever would you believe me? Well educated, well read, and well traveled to boot.

I grew up in Ohio. I returned here two years ago after completing my Master's Degree (Philosophy with a specialization in Bioethics) at Boston University. My thesis was on the ethics of human augmentation (the genetic engineering/cybernetic limb/psychopharmaceutical part, not the boob job part). If you are into the whole Myers-Briggs thing I am an INTJ.

I will jump at the chance to carry on an impassioned conversation about philosophy, popular science, behavioral economics, political theory, music, literature or, and this surprises even me, football. Never saw that last one coming.

This... this is probably obvious, but I'm a nerd.

I'd describe myself as a realist. Most people would probably call me a cynic. Though I suppose I would rather stand with George Carlin on this one and go with "disappointed idealist." That idealism does flare up now and again. It's reminiscent of heartburn in that way.
What I’m doing with my life
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Learning to be mindful of each discrete moment in time, then letting them go. I'm playing catch and release with the motherfucking substrate of the universe. Instructions may have been unclear.

On a more serious note, I'm in the midst of renovating a house on the west side. It consumes an unfortunate amount of my time.
I’m really good at
Go on, brag a little (or a lot). We won’t judge.
Logical and analytical reasoning; cooking; making snarky comments; driving in the snow; reading people; understanding technology; sometimes I think I'm a decent writer, sometimes not.
The first things people usually notice about me
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My voice. A girl I was walking behind in college once stopped in her tracks, turned to me and said "you have an incredibly sexy voice". Though I did have a woman tell me I had beautiful eyes while waiting in line at a gas station the other day. I'm just now realizing I get a lot of compliments while waiting in line for things.
Favorite books, movies, shows, music, and food
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Authors: (fiction) Harlan Ellison, Italo Calvino, Haruki Murakami, Orhan Pamuk, Ernest Hemingway, Fyodor Dostoyevsky, Oscar Wilde, Theodore Sturgeon, Kurt Vonnegut, Bernard Shaw. (non-fiction) Friedrich Nietzsche, Ludwig Wittgenstein, William James, John Dewey, Martin Heidegger, George Orwell (I'm a much bigger fan of his essays than his fiction). (poetry) Wallace Stevens, Alfred Tennyson, William Blake, Charles Bukowski, Frank O'Hara.

Movies: The Fountain, Children of Men, The Lion in Winter, The Seven Samurai, Lost in Translation, Charlie Wilson's War, Henry V, Away from Her, Good Night and Good Luck.

TV: I don't have cable, so what I do catch now is mostly via netflix. (old stuff) Farscape, Babylon 5, Firefly, Samurai Jack, Star Trek TNG and DS9, Futurama, House. (more current stuff) Downton Abbey, Game of Thrones, Battlestar Galactica, Boardwalk Empire, The Venture Brothers, Archer.

I recently marathoned the new Dr. Who series only to become incredibly despondent when David Tennant left.

Music: (brief list) Matthew Good, Andrew Bird, Florence and the Machine, Frightened Rabbit, Josh Ritter, Aimee Mann, Gregory Alan Isakov, Mumford and Sons, CCR, Pearl Jam, Ted Leo and the Pharmacists, The Eels, The National, Muse, Soundgarden, Junip, Iron and Wine, Explosions in the Sky, Chopin, Art Pepper.

Food: I don't eat sushi. It's a texture thing. Not that I object to going to sushi places, I'd just be ordering something else. Other than that, I am generally game for most types of cuisine.
The six things I could never do without
Think outside the box. Sometimes the little things can say a lot.
Music, and a space to just listen
Words, written beautifully
Moments of silence and stillness, now and again
Steam rising, wisp-like, from a glass of hot tea
An evening under the stars, occasionally
The sound of snow falling
I spend a lot of time thinking about
Global warming, lunch, or your next vacation… it’s all fair game.
The inevitable heat death of the universe.
On a typical Friday night I am
Netflix and takeout, or getting your party on — how do you let loose?
Spending time with friends out at a restaurant, or seeing a movie, or getting drinks, or at someone's home nerding the time away playing a board game. If I can convince someone to go with me, at a play or an art museum. Should everyone I know happen to be busy, I am likely at home reading a book, finding new and obscure movies on netflix, listening to music, or playing a video game with Nimbus, my cat, perpetually laying on my forearm so I cannot properly move the mouse.

Somewhere in that mess, cross referenced and averaged, is my typical Friday night.
The most private thing I’m willing to admit
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It seems that most people populate this section with a quirky fact or a mildly embarrassing story. Given that many of the questions I have answered vitiate any sense of real privacy, a quirky story, rather than an intimate one, seems apropos for the front page. So...

I was once pulled over by the police while walking. This was a few years ago. I had come home from Boston for the winter break and having no need to be awake at any particular time I found myself milling about around 3 am. There had been a massive blizzard for much of the evening which was, just then, tapering to residual flurries. I looked out the window at the as-yet-undisturbed blanket of snow and decided it was a good time to take a walk. I bundled myself up, grabbed my ipod and set Clint Mansell's "The Last Man" on repeat.

The world was silent and still and unremittingly beautiful that night. The song I had picked seemed appropriate. But, I hadn't gotten too far down the road when I heard a car coming from behind me. The road just outside my home was divided and so I watched as a police cruiser sped on past me down that parallel road. I continued walking, and when he found a break in the median to turn around he did so. I figured he would stop and ask a question or two, but again he just passed right by. The development I grew up in is heavily wooded and has a number of small nature trails that go here and there throughout. Seeing the cop continue on his merry way, I cut across the road to one such trail, which led down to a small waterfall. I stood there, next to the waterfall, listening to the half frozen water thrum and pound over the shale for a few minutes, until I decided that I should head back before I, myself, froze.

When I emerged from the trail, I saw not one but two police cruisers pass by. He had called for backup. Again, due to the divided road, they were passing by on the wrong side. I continued up the road, back toward my house. Not to be outfoxed by traffic laws, the policemen exited the association onto a main road, and re-entered on the road I was now walking on. They sped toward me, turned on their lights and jumped out of their cars as I was slowly pulling my headphones from my ears. This began a roughly ten minute conversation wherein I attempted to convince two very confused and suspicious police officers that I really was just enjoying the quiet and the newly fallen snow. I didn't mention that they were ruining it. My explanation was met with consternation, but eventually one of them asked for my ID. I went to extricate my wallet from my pocket under my thick jacket and when I did so his hand moved quickly to his gun. I sighed and thought to myself "wonderful, this is how the world ends, a twitchy cop in the dead of night because I wanted to look at some snow." Fortunately, he refrained from shooting me, and once he confirmed that the address on my license was, in fact, just a few houses up the street from where we were they bade me a good night and drove off.
You should message me if
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You will make my life more interesting.

I mean this in a "you enjoy intelligent, witty banter and discovering the hidden, beautiful places of the world" sort of way, not the "I'm concerned when I am with you that I might wake up missing a kidney" sort of way.

I know, I know, where is my sense of adventure? Well, its terminus exists somewhere prior to involuntary organ donation.