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48 Palo Alto, CA Man


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I’m looking for

  • Women
  • Ages 34–54
  • Near me
  • For new friends, long-term dating, short-term dating

My details

Last online
Yesterday – 3:23pm
5′ 11″ (1.80m)
Body Type
Mostly anything
Atheism, and laughing about it
Libra, but it doesn’t matter
Dropped out of high school
Mostly monogamous
Doesn’t have kids, but might want them
English (Fluently)
My self-summary
Write a little about yourself. Just a paragraph will do.
Just looking for a woman who can take a good punch.

I am strong, like ant.
What I’m doing with my life
Don’t overthink this one; tell us what you’re doing day-to-day.
Work with words. Play with music, happiness, impermanence, and continuous acceleration. I would very much like to have many bank and make love to star, so I will be represent. (name that racist dialect depiction!)
I’m really good at
Go on, brag a little (or a lot). We won’t judge.
Talking. Listening. Making people like me. Piano. Singing. Dancing. Eating. Postulating. Contemplating. Sliding. Riding. Abiding.

Golf. (not)
The first things people usually notice about me
I’m an empty essay… fill me out!
My light vanilla scent.
Favorite books, movies, shows, music, and food
Help your potential matches find common interests.
Just now author: Murakami

Bunuel, Truffaut, Tarantino, Coen's, Gilliam. Gondry, Jonze.
Louie, Breaking Bad, True Detective, Frisky Dingo (bring it baaaaaack) This is retArd.

I won't list music because I'm a competent and literate musician. I like good music, ok?

I like to eat, eat, eat, eat, eat, eat
The six things I could never do without
Think outside the box. Sometimes the little things can say a lot.
My ears. My fingers. My stupid sexy ski outfit. My inflated sense of self-importance. Tacos. Tacos.

If "my hands" had been added to the end of this question, I would have written:

Write letters of recommendation.
Play volleyball.
Be a hand model.
Bite my nails.
Do the 'queen' wave during a parade.
I spend a lot of time thinking about
Global warming, lunch, or your next vacation… it’s all fair game.
My $
On a typical Friday night I am
Netflix and takeout, or getting your party on — how do you let loose?
Pretty tired, but I can rally. I think.
The most private thing I’m willing to admit
I’m an empty essay… fill me out!
I wish my penis was smaller.
You should message me if
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Since the rest of my profile has been honed to perfection through hundreds of hours of painstaking market research, I am reserving this single content box for my "real" story.


I'm a divorced marketing professional working in a very interesting tech vertical. I've already been through my "rebound" relationship, so you can relax about the divorce thing. My ex and I are also still quite good friends. I recently moved to Palo Alto to be closer to work and ditched my car. I am NOT highly educated, having only studied music (composition) and humanities after high school, which I actually dropped out of to do professional theater in NY. This means, however, that the considerably difficult work that I currently do—crafting strategy and brand messaging for esoteric cloud technology—is facilitated only by native intelligence and research, so I'm pretty sure I'm not an idiot, and I'm well-read enough for the peanut gallery. My life education and career were earned the hard way... by sleeping my way to the top. I'm childless, I love kids, and kids love me. So do dogs, cats, pigs, birds and rodents. Not horses though, they run in terror from me. Strange, isn't it? I am a lifelong musician (piano, mouth) who used to write/record/perform music prolifically and hopefully will again soon (input phase now). I maintain a recording studio with some friends in Oakland. Socially, I've more or less broken things back down to basics. Focusing on work mostly (and getting my legs ready for the coming EPIC ski season—God Damn-it), but I'd really love to meet some brand new friends in the area to do all the things, and, if I'm extremely lucky, someone who melts me like butter to do all the other things, for whom I can endeavor to create various types of insane happiness. Not much to ask for, I don't think.

ENTP: like you wouldn't believe.