Last week I went into the post office and I had a bunch of flowers under my arm. The guy behind the counter asked if they were from my boyfriend and I said ‘nope, I bought them for myself’. At which point he got up off his chair and screamed: WHAT IS WRONG WITH THE MEN IN THIS NEIGHBORHOOD?!?!. If he wasn’t pushing 60 and married with an obviously overwhelming penchant for Star Trek I would have taken him home right then and there.
I’ve lived in New York for 4 years now and I’m a designer. I think about changing professions a lot but for the moment I collect things and I design things and like it that way. I can often be found dragging inappropriately large objects home on the L-train with a slight look of regret mixed with stoic determination on my face.
I heart brains, quirk, new terrain, the ability to amuse and all creative endeavors. People that inspire me to see the world in a different way and the unfathomable connections that sometimes happen in between.
I’m looking for new acquaintances and crossing my fingers for something more, with the possibility of a few future enemies thrown in for good measure. I often tell friends that I’m an acquired taste and they always laugh. I think I secretly like it that way.
Someone once told me this site is all about ‘rolling the dice’ which I think is sound advice. I guess it helps if I think you're cute, bonus points if you have a really dry sense of humor and are so insanely delightful you can keep me entertained for days on end – or at least one awkward drink.
What I’m doing with my life
Making plans to explore new cities, getting over jetlag and
thinking about possibilities, paths and projects. Why is my brain
so unpractical? If I’m not working late in the office, trapped
behind a giant computer screen designing magazines; I’m eating,
drinking, listening to music, wandering through galleries and
buying books I will honestly never have time to read. They are
currently in little piles around my apartment.
I’m really good at
Writing lists, eating pizza, talking to myself, sublime flea market
discoveries, walking slowly, mixing ginger martinis, hiccupping, a
semblance of vagueness, road trips, ferry rides, making banana
cake, travelling, collecting objects I think I can't do without,
throwing it all in, being organized, patting dogs in the street,
sarcasm, multi-tasking, sporadic insomnia, opening bottles of wine,
The first things people usually notice about me
I'll let you be the judge of that. Probably that I'm smiling?
Charming accent? Curves?
The six things I could never do without
Real coffee with decent soy milk in the morning
Current passport and escape plan
Red wine (preferably great red wine, but my standards easily
Notepad & fine artline for taking incessant notes
Chance, luck, good-fortune and serendipity
And all the other obvious necessities…
I spend a lot of time thinking about
What to do next. Self perception theories. How to distance myself
from crazy people. Whether or not I should learn how to roast a
On a typical Friday night I am
Filling in the blanks.
You should message me if
You’ll bring me endless glasses of water to bed when I'm hungover.
Or simply if something here resonates with you. It would help if
you are truly enigmatic, cheeky and razor sharp (and get my self
deprecating sense of humor). Being comfortable in your own skin is
a must. Quirks and all those tiny little sublime flaws are 100%
lovable in my eyes and I'd adore your brain to work in mysterious
I'm really independent but also love to know I can depend on
genuine people with giant hearts. You must laugh at inappropriate
moments, have an insatiable appetite for navigating the world and
be capable of keeping me on my toes. If you’ve read this far you’re
probably already deserving of a highly commended medal of some
If that's not too intimidating a list, I'm all yours...