So it turns out I'm in a relationship now. We live on different coasts, so while we're apart, we've agreed that I can date other people here in New York. So if you're poly or in an open relationship and are looking for a secondary partner, or if you're interested in a short-term relationship (note I don't use the term "casual"), hit me up. I'm not opposed to hookups, either, but I have to, y'know, like you as a person first.
In spite of past experiences, I somehow still have boundless enthusiasm for life. Perhaps this is a sickness.
Hi, I'm Charlie. When people ask me what I do, I find it hard to give them one answer. The real answer is "about a million different things," and I'm super-passionate about all of them. Right now, I'm pursuing a career as an actor in NYC, but I also sing and dance and sometimes compose. And naturally, because I do so many of those things, I don't get to do any one of them as much as I'd like to.
I'm a transplant to NYC from South Texas. Don't worry; I'm not a Republican. Friends often describe me as "intense." One of my college professors once told me that he thought I was written by Aaron Sorkin, which is maybe the best compliment I've ever received. If you like long conversations a la My Dinner With Andre, we'll get along. Especially if said conversation revolves around theater, music, feminism, and/or social justice.
Other facts about me:
-Exercise and cooking are how I meditate.
-I'm pretty much always singing, much to the chagrin of the people my temp agency sends me to work for.
-When I watch the "La Marseillaise" scene from Casablanca, I clutch the edge of my seat, get short of breath, and tear up. Every. Damn. Time.
-I also sometimes randomly think about that scene and the story behind it (all the actors were European refugees and the tears were real) and come to the verge of tears while walking down the street. I have to hold it in because it would be hard for me to explain to people why I'm crying about a movie I saw that I didn't even see *recently.*
-I once tweeted 50 puns on the word "hippopotamus" in 48 hours. The best one: "When an artiodactyloid gets injured, he goes to the hospapittalmus, where he is cared for by a rhinurcerous."
-Also, while at camp, I learned to knit. I am now a voracious knitter, and have discovered that, in terms of meeting women, it's almost as good as having a puppy. Although the median age of said women tends to hover around 45.
-Madonna's daughter personally congratulated me when she found out I had lost my virginity. I am absolutely not making that up.