I am a 32 year old who has stopped asking what I’m going to do with my life and stared just doing it. Right now this means that I’m on the home stretch of a masters degree program in journalism, and looking to start a side career as a freelance writer. The work is perfect for me as I get to talk to interesting people and be nosy and do lots of research on all the things I know nothing about with the assurance that, once the writing is done, I never have to revisit the topic unless I want to. It’s also great exercise for a guy like me who’s a little shy and reticent by nature.

Outside of school and work, I like doing yoga, and eating with my friends and going to the movies. In fact, if you don’t like going to the movies, we probably can’t date. I mean, that’s one of the many things I need a boyfriend for, after all: movie date. I’m pretty much a film snob, but I also have a serious fetish for comic book adaptations.

I’ve lived in the NYC area for nearly six years, so I’ve had time to cultivate a fairly brisk and delightfully variegated social life. Most of my friends are people I’ve known from my past lives in Arkansas, Peace Corps, etc., so they’re like family. In short, my life is pretty full. I can’t complain.

My best qualities are my sense of humor, which is dry, dry, dry, which strong hints of the absurd with a dry finish. Oh, and dirty. It’s what was once called a rapier wit. But when I get into “mean girl” mode it’s (almost) always to get a laugh and (almost) never to wound. And, when I get that special connection with someone, whether it be a friend or a very good friend (wink, wink), I’m incredibly loyal. Relationships are about the best part of life for me, and I love showing up for my friends and being there for the long haul. It’s incredibly fulfilling to watch people grow and change and respond to the challenges and rewards of life.

I’m looking for a boyfriend. Not just someone who’s good in theory or looks good on paper. I don’t really have a type per se. I don’t much care what race you are or how much money you make as long as you can pay your bills and have enough left over for dinner and movies and concerts, etc. I’m looking for someone with a fairly expansive worldview who understands the value of basic kindness and who thinks it’s important to be a good person. I’m also not looking for someone with a Sean Cody body unless you happen to have one of those in addition to the above mentions qualities and are also into my hairy legs and belly. I’m also not looking for someone to bicker and pick at or someone who can “push my buttons.”

I subscribe to the Greek idea that friendship is the most perfect kind of connection between imperfect beings. So, I’m looking for a very, very good friend with whom I can also curl up with on a hot June night with the AC cranked all the way up under a nice down comforter.

I'm finishing a masters degree in journalism at Columbia University. And then what? Who knows. I'm sure it'll be fun.

Listening and offering advice. Making people laugh.

How great my hair is? Fuck me if I know!

Authors: Edmund White, Andrew Holleran, Cormac McCarthy, Patricia Highsmith, Joan Didion. I just read Gilead, which I thought was quite wonderful

Movies: Chinatown, The Silence, Women on the Verge of Nervous Breakdown, Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf, The Lion in Winter. I'm also a sucker for big-budget comic book adaptations.

Books, going to the movies, my friends, a good burger, my ipod, and ice cream.

How lucky I am to have the love of my friends. I'm also thinking about what I would like to do next in terms research and journalism projects. I also think I'm going to adopt a doggie soon. Oh, and I like to make up lyrics to fake pop songs.

Meeting one of my friends for dinner somewhere in the village and taking in a movie or, if I must doing homework for my graduate degree.

That I sometimes like to dip pistachios in spicy mustard. Or that it took me weeks from the time I created this profile to realize that "cavepainter" can be interpreted in a rather dirty way. Really, I'd just read an article about cave paintings in the New Yorker. . . .

You'd like to hang out and see if we click!