I'm really an olla podrida of sometimes admirable and often deplorable memes. I work in the video games industry as a training consultant, but gravitate towards the tendencies of a philomath. I'm short, not unattractive, and frequently found on planes.

Every day I sit and wonder what it would be like to impact anything as profoundly as Björk Guðmundsdóttir has impacted both contemporary music and the worldwide interest of her native country. It's inspiring to know one person can do so much, but it makes me detest myself in my own mediocrity.

Always learning, of course. I plan to move to Japan fairly soon to get my Japanese back to fluency. Then, graduate school (MBA+MFA dual-degree at CU Boulder) and more work in the video game industry. I want to study again in Iceland, do post-graduate work in Gotland, and someday become a dean.

I keep shooting myself in the foot, though, due to my wanderlust. I'm a big fan of couchsurfing, and hope to see St. Pierre et Miquelon before too long.

... disappointing myself. I also seem to get into a lot of innocent trouble, and frequently toss myself into disadvantageous circumstances for the thrill of clawing my way out.

I dress funny and have crazy hair. Then, when I open my mouth, they usually can't keep up without some kind of arcane almanac.

Additionally, the combination of a fairly disarming smile with my somewhat unusual shepherd's hook labret tends to draw some (but not enough) attention to my mouth.

Current number of rejections based _entirely_ on the fact I wear eyeshadow once in a blue moon: nine. And counting.

I have my body type marked as "rather not say" for cerebral reasons; I'm in fair to moderately good shape, though I have to work pretty hard to keep my family's apparently genetic middle girth in some kind of check.

I'm really a "try anything" kind of guy. By that I mean, of course, not experimenting with a bunch of drugs, but instead going to a restaurant and ordering the first item that I can't even read.

This philosophy applies to books, movies, music and food. However, I will elucidate:

Books: either needlessly modern fiction or needlessly pedantic non-fiction.
Movies: I'm a sucker for pretty production design.
Music: Balls, beauty, broken circuits, blue notes, bit lips.
Food: An enthusiastic omnivore. I can roll vegan if need be, but don't hate when I rock the takoyaki, please.

Learning
Self-expression
Locomotion
Misery
Love
Lust
Rulebreaking

My own shortcomings; the past.

Either cleaning the house, reading a book, singing to myself, trying out silly outfits, or perhaps out at Starlite or some such mixology maven's milieu.

First, a note about the fact I've "casual encounters" selected:
No, I'm not trying to ferret out one-night stands.
I'm mostly interested in dating -- albeit dating highly unlikely to produce an engagement ring. However, I am open to seeing where life takes us.
If this is a disqualification criteria of yours, I urge you to consider it on a case-by-case basis.

Alright! Next!
I am a big fan of transparency and accountability. I have no secrets.

Random private tidbits:
- I lost my mother when I was 17.
- I have three "kids" (read: Japanese stuffed animal things) "born" in Japan from my most serious relationship. They have names. They have Facebook accounts. I take them everywhere, sleep with them, and love them more than most people. Sometimes they're the only things that cheer me up.
- I went through some self-destructive phases while learning (late in life, I might add) about love and loss.
- I'm attracted to younger girls (no, not criminally young) when they're capable and wise beyond their years; however, I'm really curious about seeing someone in their thirties.
- I feel like a lamentably typical male sometimes because I am irrationally attracted to a curvy figure.
- I still like Ace of Base.
- I really, really wish I were a singer; I go OFF at karaoke.
- I have just realized I really wish I looked like Peter Murphy.
- I am ashamed of my sexual fantasies and am still unclear as to whether I will actually pursue them.
- I daydream about singing "Only Happy When It Rains" by Garbage at karaoke, only to dump my beer slowly all over myself (i.e., "rain") while singing "Pooooooooour your misery down, pooooooour your misery down on me!"

You're:
- a flight attendant,
- a big fan of Chris Corner/IAMX,
- unafraid of leather pants,
- not even a little bit spoiled,
- anxious to try something new,
- can talk at length about anything whatsoever in academia,
- able to speak foreign languages, and
- willing to be very direct with a guy who's too dull to notice you like him (I'm dying for her to make the first move for a change!)

I'd prefer that you not flirt with me if, in reality, you're off-limits. I get my hopes up and then get frustrated.

Finally, don't message me if you're wishy-washy. Being stood up really wrecks my little world.