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30 West Hartford, CT Man


I’m looking for

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  • Ages 24–34
  • Near me
  • Who are single
  • For long-term dating

My Details

Last Online
Today – 10:22am
6′ 0″ (1.83m)
Body Type
Mostly vegetarian
Atheism, and laughing about it
Capricorn, but it doesn’t matter
Graduated from university
Banking / Finance
Doesn’t have kids, but wants them
Has dogs
English (Poorly)

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My self-summary
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I'm a freight train of id. I'm equal parts life of the party and dude sobbing into the punch bowl. For years I was a standup comic. Presently I'm a corporate shill. I'm a native New Englander and I take a great deal of pride in that, especially in the fall. A year ago I moved to an apartment in West Hartford Center after a decade in Boston, though I still try to weekend elsewhere as I've few acquaintances in the 'Cut. I was raised on the cover of a Saturday Evening Post - my folks call themselves "Mom" and "Dad." I find humor in pretty much everything except sitcoms, which my body rejects watching or overhearing. I'm well-intentioned and altruistic - extremely self-interested people make me want to drown myself in Vicks VapoRub. I take an obsessive, meditative joy in cleaning. I fucking love obscenity, though I'm rarely crass. Most often I'm articulate and genteel, much of the time manically happy and optimistic. I'm not into religion (when I enter houses of worship my skin breaks into hives) and I'm a vehement dog enthusiast. I don't use recreational drugs or smoke cigarettes, and I don't eat mammals. I'm seeking a best friend and long-term monogamous partner, and phrasing it like that is so unromantic I think I choked on my own tongue.
What I’m doing with my life
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Battling 84 and 91 en route to work.
Fantasizing about purchasing a vineyard.
I’m really good at
Go on, brag a little (or a lot). We won’t judge.
Retrieving your mood ring from over by that beehive.
The first things people usually notice about me
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I'm shiny. Shaving my head is pretty much just an excuse to apply Skintimate Flirty Mango® to more areas of my body than just my legs and bikini line.
Favorite books, movies, shows, music, and food
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Music: The Mountain Goats, M83, Of Montreal, Ratatat, The Decemberists, The Cure, Sage Francis, Nujabes, The National, Crooked Fingers, The Weakerthans, Morrissey, The Smiths, Metronomy, The Radio Dept, Stars, Built to Spill, Belle & Sebastian, Wolf Parade, Arcade Fire, Pedro the Lion, Phoenix, TV on the Radio, Atmosphere, Sufjan Stevens, The Magnetic Fields, John Vanderslice, Spoon, The Long Winters, Ladytron, Cut Copy, Metric, Blonde Redhead, Gorillaz, Chvrches.

Motion Pictures: In Bruges, Miller's Crossing, Adaptation, Seven Psychopaths, The Prestige, Happiness, L.A. Confidential, Blade Runner, The Rules of Attraction, The Dark Knight, Jurassic Park, Oldboy, Magnolia, The Big Lebowski, The Truman Show, The Piano, Zodiac Home Alone, Die Hard, The Fugitive.

Progr'ms: Deadwood, Breaking Bad, Party Down, Extras, The Office (UK), Sherlock (BBC), Arrested Development, House Hunters International, Homeland, The Killing, Game of Thrones, Cowboy Bebop, Justified, The Wire, Luther, The Newsroom, Orange is the New Black, Hello Ladies, True Detective, Silicon Valley, Rick & Morty, Dateline NBC.

Books: Mitchell, Lethem, Chabon, Chandler, Hammett, McCarthy, Murakami, Fitzgerald, Oates, DeLillo, Shteyngart.

Games: Bioshock Infinite, The Last of Us, Uncharted, The Legend of Zelda, Chrono Trigger, Mass Effect, Smash Bros, Hearthstone, Gin, Pitch, Monopoly, Risk, Settlers of Catan.

Food: Thai, Vietnamese, Indian, Mexican, avocado.

Drink: Herbal tea, decaffeinated coffee, club soda, hefeweizen, red wine, sake, bourbon, rye.
The six things I could never do without
Think outside the box. Sometimes the little things can say a lot.
My satellite radio presets -
1: NPR / 2: Indie / 3: Chillwave / 4: Electronica / 5: '80s general / 6: New Wave.
I spend a lot of time thinking about
Global warming, lunch, or your next vacation… it’s all fair game.
Alternate timelines, the multiverse, these liner notes from a 2002 Mountain Goats record:

WE CAME INTO TOWN under cover of night, because we were pretty sure the people here were going to hate us once they really got to know us. In our lives together, which are sweet in the way of rotting things, it is somehow permanently summer.

THE MOON ROSE above the trees, older than time, greener than money. You hung your head out the window of our dusty lemon-yellow El Camino and howled, and I turned up the radio because the sound of your voice was already beginning to get to me. The speakers crackled and the music came through: Frankie Valli and the Four Seasons. 'Pretty as a midsummer's morn, they call her Dawn.' Let the love of God come and get us if it wants us so bad. We know where we are going when all of this is done.

SOME PEOPLE MIGHT SAY that buying a house you've never actually seen close-up is a bad idea, but what does anybody know about our needs, anyhow? For us it was perfect. The peeling paint. The old cellar. The garden in the back. The porch out front. The still air of the living room. The attic. Everywhere entirely unfurnished and doomed to remain largely so, save for our own meager offerings: a cheap sofa, an old mattress, a couple of chairs and some ashtrays. Maybe a table salvaged from some diner gone into bankruptcy, I don't remember. Neither do you. We drank store-brand gin with fresh lime juice out of plastic cups or straight from the bottle and we spread ourselves out face-up on the wooden floors. An aerial view of us might have suggested that we'd been knocked out, but what we were doing was staking our claim. Establishing our territories. Making good. Not on the vows we'd made but on the ones we'd really meant. You produced a wallet-sized transistor radio out of nowhere and you found a sympathetic station: somebody was playing Howlin' Wolf. 'Smokestack Lightning.' O yes, I loved you once. O yes, you loved me more. We entered our new house like a virus entering its host. You following me, me following you. However you like. The windows were high and the walls were thick and sturdy. It was hot as blazes. The guts of summer. Always down in the sugar-deep barrel-bottom belly of summer itself. Always. In our shared walk down to the bottom, which bottom we will surely find if only our hearts are brave and our love true enough, we have found that it is somehow invariably and quite permanently summer.
On a typical Friday night I am
Netflix and takeout, or getting your party on — how do you let loose?
Someplace where it's appropriate to drink top-shelf bourbon. Or someplace where it's frowned upon and drinking it anyway. You're not the boss of me, Chuck E. Cheese. I don't have to hide my drinking in the ball pit.
The most private thing I’m willing to admit
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Looking up gives me vertigo - especially looking up at skyscrapers. Structures really shouldn't have more than three floors. Those extra floors are just showboating.
You should message me if
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You're a neurotic, witty, emotionally-available, whiskey-fancying dog person. I'll be good to you always.