AND IN ALL THE WRONG PLACES.
That said, I'm not opposed to love, dating, or what have you. When it works, I'm all about it. So, who knows. I'm here, right, so I suppose I'm willing to give it a whirl.
I am about: cooking, movement, being outdoors, beautiful music, sweet souls, writing, art, goodness, leftist politics, liberation, pedagogies of transformation, decolonizing my own mind.
I am all for embracing love where you find it, although sometimes, in my heart of hearts I think: down with love! Up with people! Instead of worrying about finding a partner, why don't we all start a Yiddish movie society or bake a cake or go for a run instead?
(I realize that if cake baking is what I'm after, I have most likely come to the wrong place, but what the hell, a girl can dream.)
So. Maybe we should go on a date. Or maybe you were bullied by your friends into being here, and dating is not your speed. Maybe you're interested in starting a Yiddish film club, finding a running buddy (mine is an 8 minute mile), or baking that cake I can't stop thinking about. If so, I'm your guy.
I like hiking in the fall, reading, ice skating, most wine, swimming, books, movies, the city, the country, allegory, the Oxford comma (using it, not using it, whatever), and not being a lawyer--I dodged a major bullet there. If we date, I like kissing. If we don't, I like friend-making. A win-win.
Speaking of the wins: despite suffering from an occasional love allergy, if we hang out, no sparks fly, but you seem amazing, I'll be inclined to set you up with nine of my coolest, most beautiful, charming, wealthy, witty, and talented friends.
You have to admit, it's quite a deal I've worked out for all of us, here.