In the spirit of honesty among strangers, I need to make a confession. This is the profile of Adrian. And I am not Adrian. My name is Tom. I have mostly flattering things to say about Adrian, with one notable exception: he is not good at presenting himself. As such, I have commandeered his profile so that the women of the internet might have better insight into who Adrian is and what his dating potential might be. This was not his idea. He originally filled out his essays on his own. But they sucked (I’m sorry, Adrian. You’re welcome, ladies).
I recognize that this section is entitled “My self-summary,” and Adrian is not filling this in himself. Well, hopefully you’re attracted to rebels, because when the circumstances call for it, Adrian and I, we have a comfortable relationship with rule-breaking.
You can ask Adrian anything you’d like; he’s an open book. But allow me to highlight that book for you:
- Born in Wisconsin
- Early youth in Oregon
- High school in Las Vegas
- Early college in Hawai’i
- Finished undergrad in Minnesota
- Graduate work back in Wisconsin
- Exchange studies in Germany, France, and Kiev
- Spells in NYC and Miami suburbs
- Currently living in South Korea, teaching English
Now that the dry geography is out of the way, I’d like to share two specific stories that I think are particularly illustrative of Adrian’s character.
The Other Kind of Man
"All things considered, there are only two kinds of men in the world: those that stay at home and those that do not."
- Rudyard Kipling
I was on a road trip with a friend, on the way back to NYC from Portland. Adrian was living in the Twin Cities at the time, and we stopped for a visit, since we were passing through anyhow (for the record, a visit with Adrian is worth driving days out of your way). Adrian was about to move back to Las Vegas, to be closer to some of his family for a while. Since the airfare is about the same either way, with one day’s notice, we invited Adrian to join us for the rest of the ride back to the Big Apple. And he accepted. The end.
Short story, I know. But I feel like this says a lot about the guy. He’s ready to travel on a whim. He just packed his bags on the spot and hopped in the car.
Like a Bird on the Wingman
Freshman year I acted in two plays with the same stage manager, a fantastic woman who, for the sake of this story, I’ll call Liz. Liz was creative, hard-working, intelligent – you get the picture. I was enamored. She was also astoundingly, effortlessly gorgeous. If you subscribe to the notion of ‘leagues’ in dating, you might say Liz was well out of mine.
I’d only been in one relationship before, and long story short, it hadn’t left me with an excess of confidence. I made absolutely zero effort in pursuing a relationship with Liz, figuring I didn’t have a chance.
Though I had never mentioned it expressly, Adrian was quick to divine my interest in Liz. He encouraged me to invite her to hang out with us, subtly talked me up, and occasionally made himself scarce. I couldn’t pick up on it at the time, but Liz was sending cues that she was interested as well. I guess she was just as shy as I was. After numerous pep talks from Adrian, I ended up asking Liz on a few dates (though I never had the guts to call them that). It was still borderline a just-friends thing, but Adrian wasn’t about to let me miss this opportunity. One day the three of us were at lunch, and Adrian blurts out, “So are you two dating or what?” We knew he was asking because he really genuinely cared, and it was just the right amount of humor. Liz and I both laughed and blushed, but I think that was just the push we needed to openly recognize we were both romantically interested in each other.
So… I kind of owe Adrian one.
(side note: This was years ago. Now I’m ballsy as fuck. And Adrian is even more endearing)