Write a little about yourself. Just a paragraph will do.
I'm in New York for the summer. So if you catch me looking,
I am an absolutely terrible male member of the homo sapiens species
living on the third planet from an average-sized yellow star in the
western backwaters of the galaxy. Sometimes, I like to sit outside
and gaze at the stars, pondering the meaning of life. And then it
hits me that I left the stove on and the kitchen might be on
I do a lot of regular people things, like eating, breathing, and
going to the bathroom. But somehow I think god likes to use me as
an example to others - I've been struck by lightning multiple times
whilst cursing his name. Though I'm sure that has nothing to do
with the fact that I was standing at the top of a treeless hill and
shaking an aluminum baseball bat at the sky in the midst of a
A lot of my friends say that they can read me like a book. I don't
quite get what they mean. I'm Finnegans Wake.
Photos aren't my thing. I look horrendous in pictures.
What I’m doing with my life
Don’t overthink this one; tell us what you’re doing day-to-day.
Mostly filling out empty essays on OkCupid for no good reason.
Aside from the aforementioned task vital for my survival, I am
currently chugging my way through college, sitting in classrooms
pretending that I'm taking notes and paying attention while I think
about what would happen if I released a hundred gerbils in the food
I guess I'm an outdoorsy person? I enjoy hiking through the woods,
cuddling cute bear cubs, being mauled by mama bear, and running out
of the woods with blood gushing out from my wounds. I enjoy
whitewater rafting (the people at Splash Mountain know me by name,
phone number, credit card number, billing address, and social
security number), fishing (though I have been banned from all of
the SeaWorld parks for bringing in harpoon guns), and canoeing (I
keep hearing banjos, though, and it scares the crap outta
On a more serious note, I do enjoy hiking and camping, and most
outdoor sports (by which I mean think kayaks, backpacks, etc. Not
hunting. Or fishing. Killing fellow animals is not sport ), and I
mountain bike a bit. Mostly XC. The first time I tried downhill was
hilarious. There was a sign advising you to drop your seat, which I
did. On the first drop I slid off the back of my bike (lucky for me
I was clipped in, else it would've been right between the legs)
because I was used to bracing myself against the seat... well, the
seat wasn't there anymore. I promptly left that trail and went back
to a regular trail.
I enjoy the simple things in life, such as the soothing sound of
ten thousand vuvuzelas trumpeting in unison, the deep crimson
colour of potassium permanganate solution when someone accidentally
put her arm in there, and the endless green foliage of a pristine
forest marred only by sound of chainsaws and trees falling when
there are people around to hear them.
My dream girl would take long walks with me on the beach at sunset,
when the golden rays of the setting sun cast that mesmerizing sheen
on the sand. We'd feed the seagulls chips laced with Ex-Lax, and
watch the ensuing (literal) shitstorm. She'd stand back and take in
the big picture, ignoring the small details like the third arm
growing out of my chest. She'd love me for who I am regardless of
what I turn into at full moon (a giant overweight chicken, that is.
Werewolves are too mainstream).
I’m really good at
Go on, brag a little (or a lot). We won’t judge.
I have an amazing set of survival skills. I can breathe really well
(suck up all that oxygen!), and my heart definitely does a good job
of pushing blood through my veins (yeah! push that oxygen around!).
I can also digest food and produce excrement.
One of my superpowers is giving people diabetes. When I bake things
I like to add pounds of chocolate to them.
The first things people usually notice about me
I’m an empty essay… fill me out!
That I am standing half-naked in a pentagram, smeared with the
blood of a young lamb, and performing animal sacrifice to Globar,
the heathen god of useless trinkets, praying for the resurrection
of my dead hard drive.
Favorite books, movies, shows, music, and food
Help your potential matches find common interests.
Um. I went to see Taylor Swift twice on the Red tour. In Atlanta I
got so excited that I jumped and landed with my shin on the chair
in front of me.
I'm gonna wreck it!
Oh my glob.
Double double animal style?
I am a coffee snob. I grind my own beans and pull my own shots. If
it weren't for the fact that there's some sort of dorm regulation
about heating elements and whatnot, I'd probably be roasting my own
beans too. No, there's no X in it; it's pronounced ESS-presso. The
Starbucks macchiato is a bastardization of a real macchiato.
"Tall," "grande," and "venti" mean the exact same thing, but in
different languages. My roommate thinks I drink coffee for the
caffeine. What? I drink coffee purely for enjoyment. If I wanted
caffeine I might as well be chewing caffeine pills.
The six things I could never do without
Think outside the box. Sometimes the little things can say a lot.
Internet (My computer Mara and phone Anastasia). Air. Water. Food.
Cats (Meatballs and Meredith). My bikes (Anamaria and Mariana).
Yes. I have names for my more important possessions.
I spend a lot of time thinking about
Global warming, lunch, or your next vacation… it’s all fair game.
The upcoming zombie apocalypse. How, since I don't have a
girlfriend, it's somewhat justified for me to dump money into my
bike. Speaking of which. I dropped over $500 on a Reba RL G2 29er.
Damn G2 offset forks are hard to find. I really want it to be the
weekend so I can hit the trails. Maybe I should get a new set of
wheels. Yes. I have an unnatural obsession with my bike. I get
happy when I see it. If it weren't for the fact that bikes are made
out of hard metals, have sharp edges, and are covered in grease,
I'd probably cuddle with my bike.
Yes, bikes. It took me all of a week to buy a bike after arriving
in NYC. My legs were itching to ride. It felt soooo good to feel
like I'm flying again.
If I'll actually ever have a girlfriend. And if it will turn out
like the way they are in (the happy) Taylor Swift songs. I've sorta
given up on it all now; I don't really expect my luck to
Also, secretly wondering how many people actually tried to call me
after reading my profile.
On a typical Friday night I am
Netflix and takeout, or getting your party on — how do you let loose?
Dancing on tabletops
Taking too many shots
Thinking we kissed but forgetting
Maxing our credit cards
Getting kicked out of the bar
Hitting the boulevard
Going streaking in the park
Skinny dipping in the dark
Having a ménage-a-trois
Thinking we broke the law
Always saying we're gonna stop
Doing it all again this Friday night.
Not really. I'm probably holed up in the corner in the computer lab
that I like to call my makeshift cubicle, trying to make the
newspaper deadline. I'm an editor now! "D
The most private thing I’m willing to admit
I’m an empty essay… fill me out!
I've never kissed a girl? (too idealistic - I keep hoping for
something like Love Story)
I sleep with stuffed animals? (too childish - I like a lot of kid
I name all the inanimate objects near and dear to me? (but you
probably already have figured that out - the six things I can't do
Also, most of my time in okc is when I'm sitting on the porcelain
Or, that I feel that nobody whom I like would ever be attracted to
me. Such is life. I'll be alone FOR-EVAR!
You should message me if
Offer a few tips to help matches win you over.
You do not fall into any of the following categories: the dead, the
living dead, the reanimated dead, the undead, Republicans,
bible-humpers, the possessed, the demented, the (self) righteous,
aliens, a species chromosomally incompatible with humans, machines
designed to resemble humans (except cylons. cylon are hawt), the
grammatically or orthographically impaired, two midgets in a trench
coat (though I do love adorably short people), a single midget in a
trench coat on stilts, or oompa loompas.
Or, in the unlikely event that one has missed my eyes, you noticed
a typo in my profile.
Did you really read all the way down here, and didn't skip the
middle? Kudos to you! I owe you a cookie! PM me to arrange your
cookie delivery by a team of highly trained monkeys.
Also, since you read all the way down here - 985-655-2500 call me
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