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WhatBillSaid

42 New York, NY Man

Man

I’m looking for

  • Women
  • Ages 30–44
  • Near me
  • For long-term dating, short-term dating

My Details

Last Online
Online now!
Orientation
Straight
Ethnicity
White
Height
6′ 2″ (1.88m)
Body Type
Fit
Diet
Mostly anything
Smokes
Drinks
Rarely
Drugs
Religion
Atheism, and very serious about it
Sign
Pisces, but it doesn’t matter
Education
Graduated from Ph.D program
Job
Education
Income
Relationship Status
Single
Relationship Type
Offspring
Doesn’t have kids, but might want them
Pets
Likes dogs and has cats
Speaks
English (Fluently), French (Fluently), Portuguese (Poorly)

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My self-summary
Write a little about yourself. Just a paragraph will do.
tl;dr -- Tall kind silly brainy beardy erudite urbanite; hybrid Londoner/New Yorker; digs tea, cats, music, laughing; attracted to clever, funny, worldly seekers.

I've skirted the edge of the dating pool for a spell, but the siren song of companionship will eventually penetrate even the highest-end Bose noise-canceling earphones of the heart (heartphones? HeartBeats by Dre? Heh. Sorry.). No specific type of relationship in mind, I'm open to whatever the universe may have in store for me/us. That said, a special someone for shared shenanigans, secret smiles and saucy sexytimes sounds splendid. Apparently I also want the Nobel fucking Prize for Alliteration.

That's a real 6'2" btw, and has not been adjusted for online dating. I'm told this is a thing that happens, but I don't get it. Probably because I'm not wee.
What I’m doing with my life
Don’t overthink this one; tell us what you’re doing day-to-day.
Full-time university professor of cool topic areas, mostly around music and media, glocalization, information politics, futurology, jet-packs, etc. I pry open the Third Eyes of America's Millennial younglings, and on occasion add to the sum of human knowledge -- for a living! (ikr?!). My psychic footprint dwarfs my carbon one.

Maxin' and relaxin' in my roomy uptown apartment, which has auspicious feng shui, exposed brick, a hammock (yes, really) and more interesting shit in it than the Batcave. Just me myself and two actual lolcats, who do indeed cause me to lol on a daily basis between the dirty looks, head bonks, property damage and Hobbesian pounce attacks.
I’m really good at
Go on, brag a little (or a lot). We won’t judge.
Cheeky text messages.
Getting away with Deadwood-caliber swearing thanks to my English accent.
Seeing things -- I had my eyes lasered in '08 and enjoy 20/15 HD vision, which is better than normal human sight, and therefore, arguably, a superpower.
The first things people usually notice about me
I’m an empty essay… fill me out!
I receive compliments from strangers regarding my hats -- I learned how to wear men's hats correctly and with confidence from a professional milliner years ago, so I'm the rare heterosexual who knows how to not look like a dork in one.

On a weirder note, this past winter I wore a heavy Navy coat and two people told me that I reminded them of Sean Connery as the Russian submarine captain in The Hunt For Red October. I can definitely live with this. Relatedly, I'll talk dirty to you as Sean Connery if that'sh the short of shenario you'd conshider shexshy.
Favorite books, movies, shows, music, and food
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Killed my cable TV three years ago, and a home without technicolor shouty advertising is indeed a happier one. Media diet consists of news, politics, music and tech blogs, funny podcasts, netflixOD, xbox/iphone/ipad games, live gigs, BBC anything, stand-up comedy, graphic art and novels, a whole mess of tumblrs and worthwhile sub-reddits, street art, and well-curated erotica.

Personal heroes: Bill Hicks. Jimi Hendrix. Stephen Colbert. James Bond. James Brown. Etta James. Run DMC. Dante. David Lynch. David Byrne. Grandmaster Flash. Elizabeth Warren. Malcolm Tucker. Walter Benjamin. DJ Danger Mouse. Antoni Gaudí. Sam Cooke. Nabokov. Kubrick. Omar Little. Will Ferrel. The Dude. Maurice Sendak. The Architect in The Matrix. Tina Turner. Withnail. The Young Ones. Snoop. Steinbeck. Cornelius Castoriadis. The inventors of Guitar Hero. Han Solo/Indy era Harrison Ford. Titus Pullo. Freddy Mercury. Tarantino. Alan Moore. Debbie Harry. Jarvis Cocker. Ripley from Alien. Karl Marx. Monty Python. Bowie. Armando Iannucci. The Beastie Boys. David Hockney. Al Swearengen. Dr Suess. Camus. Maria Bamford. Chris Morris. Yoda. James Ellroy. Dan Savage. Whoever came up with Angry Birds. John Carpenter. Grant Morrison. Banksy. Chuck D. My Mum. My Gran.

My iTunes tells me that recently I've favoured RATM, the Stepkids, Muse, The Heavy, SOAD, Public Enemy, WeFunk Radio, Beethoven, Queen, Lamb of God, Gil and Veloso, Brian Eno, Cypress Hill, Arctic Monkeys, Brad Sucks, AC/DC, Vivaldi, The Hives, Pulp, Wu-Tang, Franz Ferdinand, and McLusky/Future of the Left. Probably not in that order.
The six things I could never do without
Think outside the box. Sometimes the little things can say a lot.
Something - anything - to read.
Salt.
Ice.
An audio playback device.
Um... Ok bread and peanut butter. There, that's six.
I spend a lot of time thinking about
Global warming, lunch, or your next vacation… it’s all fair game.
making a luverly cuppa tea. Or drinking one.

I kinda just spend a lot of time thinking. I even write some of it down, and once in a while something I've written gets refined and published. Then I talk about what I've been thinking and writing in front of variously-sized rooms of seated people.

At the moment I'm a bit fascinated with what people in Brazil and India are doing and are going to do with affordable touchscreen tablet computers. Also, holograms.
On a typical Friday night I am
Netflix and takeout, or getting your party on — how do you let loose?
drinking tea? I quite like starting the Saturday NYT crossword on ipad the night before, assuming I'm home. But we're in NYC, who the hell knows from one week to the next?
The most private thing I’m willing to admit
I’m an empty essay… fill me out!
Shout-outs ("hey!") to my personal trainer, therapist, and herb delivery dude -- my very own Cerberus guarding the gates to my peace of mind.
(And as I've been asked, no, they're not all one person. If this was the case we'd be married already. Imagine that wedding.)

I might have a lil mancrush on Daniel Craig.
Oh right, and you don't? Please.
You should message me if
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you think you might fancy a tall strong funny man with a good heart and brainz. And you're genuinely serious about meeting in real life pdq, as email romances tend towards the emotionally vampiric. Please be aware that if you wear (f)Uggs or are a Republican or make plans to watch reality tv shows, we won't be a good match.

Whoever you are, good luck finding who you're looking for. Unless you're a fugg-shod wingnut teabagger glued to fucking Bravo, in which case please just stop because you're a major reason America can't have nice things.