Long Form Version: I guess I can no longer say I'm new to San Francisco since I moved here from NYC over a year ago now and recently bought a condo. This means I can reminisce about what it was like to live here 10 months ago, before all those people who moved here 6 months ago ruined it. I'm a prodigal Californian, having grown up in a smallish town about 5 hours south of here that is mostly known for growing lemons and avocados. I'm pretty much the Bubba Gump of avocados. I still think I'm a small town guy at heart, but I don't get all John Mellencamp née Cougar née Mellencamp about it.
Since college in LA (Go Bruins!) I've bounced around a bit. I spent a summer on a dude ranch in Idaho. I was a flight attendant for two years out of Portland, Oregon (you can call me cabin boy, but please don't call me a "steward"). I went to law school in Austin about the time people started to think Austin is really cool. Coincidence...? Yes. Spent the past 5 years in New York to round things out. Sprinkle in some odd seasons spent in London, Suzhou, Budapest and Brussels and you about have it.
If my friends were to describe me in a few words it'd probably be witty, articulate, quirky and... hungry? I'd love to meet someone who gets (and then promptly groans at) my obscure bad jokes, cuts through the bullshit, but at the same time is genuinely caring and considerate of others. I’m an “INTJ,” for those of you who are into horoscopes for people who graduated college.