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Ahem. Anyway.

Who cares what *I'd* say about myself? What would you tell your best friend if you met me?

Something like this:

"Well, for starters, he lied about the three adjectives that describe him. He's not short, he's six-and-a-half feet tall, with brown hair, blue eyes, and an athlete's body. I asked him if he played basketball, and he said that people ask him that all the time. So I asked again, and he said yeah, he does."

Your friend will want to know more. You'll say:

"He's a lot of fun to hang out with. He grew up in England, he's a writer and a singer, and he can cook a mean paella. He's got great stories, a great sense of humor, a great job, great friends, and he's a perfect gentleman. Well, almost. And anyway, he's taking me out again tonight. Don't wait up!"

Yeah, or something like that.

Living the hell out of it. Career's going great, but really? I'm here for the show, and to have the best time with the best people I can find. I love to travel, love the theater (movie and stage), love my friends, and love DC.

So yeah, my life's pretty good. Come make it even better.

Reaching things on high shelves, lifting heavy objects, recognizing quotes from movies, strategic intelligence consultancy, throwing a ball through a hoop, mixing drinks, drinking drinks, grilling steaks, stir-frying tofu, crossword puzzles, beer pong, winning at pub trivia, losing at pool.

Well, I'm very tall. People notice that.

Books: I'm currently loving Gaiman, Heller, William Gibson, Oliver Sachs, Ray Kurtzweil, Douglas Hofstadter, Douglas Adams, and Daniel Dennett. Also, if you're a real Terry Pratchett fan, e-mail me - I'll send you the sexiest photo you've ever seen.

Movies: I'll watch anything - rom-com to horror, serious to silly.

Music: Love going to local indie concerts (and non-local non-indie concerts). If you hit 'shuffle' on my brain, you'll probably get...

Tom Waits, The Pogues, Velvet Underground, MSP, David Bowie, Blur, Arcade Fire, Radiohead, Tegan & Sarah, Regina Spektor, The Who, Ocean Colour Scene, Pink Floyd, Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds, Iggy Pop, The Mountain Goats, The Postal Service, The Sex Pistols, The Clash, fictional metal bands (Spinal Tap, Strange Fruit, etc.), Cake, The Doors, Joe Walsh, Nick Drake, The Felice Brothers, Street Dogs, rugby songs sung drunkenly, operatic arias sung drunkenly, and any novelty song that makes me laugh before driving me crazy.

Screening clients' calls so that I can get home, change, and hit up whatever new restaurant / bar / club / concert / movie is rocking my world at the moment. Or, if I need some down-time, running my ass off at the gym and then curling up at home with Hulu.com.

I was once sexually harassed by Joan Rivers.

You'd like to hit the town and make some memories with somebody who can make you laugh, make you blush, and still see the top of your head no matter how high your heels are.

And now, because I'd much rather tell you more about myself in person ... but OK Cupid wants me to make this profile 500 words long ... I give you the Kings of Leon with 'Sex on Fire':

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Lay where you're laying
Don't make a sound
I know they're watching
They're watching

All the commotion
The kitty loved pain
Has people talking
Talking

You
This sex is on fire

Dark of the alley
The breaking of day
Head while I'm driving
I'm driving

Soft lips are open
Them knuckles are pale
Feels like you're dying
You're dying

You
This sex is on fire
And so
Consumed with whats to transpire

Hot as a fever
Rattling bones
I could just taste it
Taste it

But it's not forever
But it's just tonight
Oh we're still the greatest
The greatest
The greatest

You
This sex is on fire
You
This sex is on fire
And so
Consumed with whats to transpire

And you
This sex is on fire
And so
Consumed with whats to transpire

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That was the Kings of Leon with 'Sex on Fire'. We now return you to your regularly scheduled whatever.