I think a hallmark of a strong relationship is each person knowing (down to specifics) how the other likes their eggs.
I left the diet, drugs, and income sections intentionally blank on this profile because what are you, my mother?
The Crossing by Cormac McCarthy, The Third Man, Boardwalk Empire, Beach House, Kalamata Olives, and a Pimm's Cup.
My central nervous system
My circulatory system
My digestive system
My lymphatic system
I tell you, I am bushed. Should we start with a cocktail or are you feeling more like a beer? Oh! Hello, waiter. I'll have a gin and ginger with half ginger beer, half ginger ale, and a lime, on ice, please. Water also. And dear, what are you having?
-I would like a woman with me who is present with their feelings, and is not in the throes of our collective generational ennui. Emotional vacancy is bogus and seemingly rampant.
-I'd like a woman with me who is relatively fit/slim. This provides no judgement or commentary on shapes of women -- all builds and sizes are unique and beautiful -- only a commentary on what I, personally, am attracted to. I think a lot on this -- on how to be an ally and properly support positive body images for women while simultaneously admitting and coming to terms with my own standards of attraction. It's an ongoing process, but, at present, I admit that I am seeking a fit, slim, athletic, or petite individual.
-I'd like a woman with me who is tolerant of my occasional dips into dorkdom. If the thought of a man marathoning Star Trek with a bottle of wine and art supplies on a Saturday night sends you running for the hills... well... I hope it's nice up there... in those hills... because that was my past weekend. I mean, I keep it all in check. No fedoras or trench coats or conventions or anything. Just some mild media fanaticism to be tolerated.