Things you should know about me,
well I'm an LMNOP on the Meyers briggs.
Based on 2013 census data, 60% of the populace in the south bay are men. So SF is a viable area for me to date in, don't mind the drive.
Also, I wouldn't mind hanging out with you as long as you're not health and body obsessed (dictionary definition of obsess), and you can appreciate this bit from Naomi Wolf's book:
"The beauty myth tells a story: The quality called “beauty” objectively and universally exists. Women must want to embody it and men must want to possess women who embody it. This embodiment is an imperative for women and not for men, which situation is necessary and natural because it is biological, sexual, and evolutionary: Strong men battle for beautiful women, and beautiful women are more reproductively successful. Women’s beauty must correlate to their fertility, and since this system is based on sex-ual selection, it is inevitable and changeless.
None of this is true. “Beauty” is a currency system like the gold standard."
I know you don't want to risk wearing out your typing fingers on casual conversation but it's really not so bad! There's nothing to lose and maybe we can make new friends. Why do people in the bay not like making friends?
If you aren't afraid of something fun, interesting and unique, read on...
I'm from the Midwest so at any time I have impeccable thank yous and pleases and may have a conversation with someone that involves one or more of these topics: Neanderthals, neuroscience, a story about the time my grandmother bought us stilts for Christmas, how creativity works, the history of rock & roll, and the spread of Buddhism in the 3rd century b.c.e.
Talking with my friend, his parents have been married 40 years and they attribute it to the fact they relax every night and have long conversations with each other. They have since day one. This is the kind of connection I'm aiming for if I'm in a relationship.
I'm a graphic designer and working writer who loves exploring communication and ideas with others. Chat me up about anything. Just to chat!
For the sake of transparency...I feel I should share: yes I will storm out of games of words with friends! Since when are regrinder or chon applicable words??!!!!!
They say dogs will get you chicks, but I'm thinking I should probably get a sedated tiger.
Someone who is high powered, professional, sweet, effervescent, easy going and not too particular (skeptical and slightly ethnocentric balanced with open-mindedness is actually preferred! I'm not perfect either!), discerning, witty with a constant, pervasive and disarming laugh. You can communicate with emotional intelligence.
A good sense of humor ✓
A good head on his shoulders ✓
A good man ✓
Look at that ladies, I'm a unicorn!
I was raised a feminist and a romantic, (but not one of those self proclaimed "nice guys" who give romantics a bad name) I genuinely see the beauty and appreciate the little things.
I personally prefer the real life version of tinder. While walking down the sidewalk I shove women I find attractive to the right and women I find unattractive to the left. ;)
in closing, let me tell you a tale of my people:
As a child my father let my brother and I watch the movie poltergeist. A few years later according to my mom (seemed like months to me!) We got a box in the mail of some old items a friend of our parents had in their garage from when I was a baby. One of the items was a worn down grungy old clown doll that laughed when you pulled the string on its back. The voice box deteriorated over the years so all it did was give this low to high slow oscillating rundown laugh. Immediately we demanded it burned. Instead my parents put it in their closest on the top shelf. From the room my brother and I shared we could see this closet. We made them put the doll in the back with a lot of boxes in front of it, so if it tried to get out we would see the boxes move first. A few months later my brother and I were dozing off to sleep in our bunk beds when suddenly something came rocketing down the hall into our room and hit the wall we had our heads facing. Suddenly we heard the crazy crown laughter... I leapt from the bottom bunk and took off running for the stairs... I can still hear my slightly younger brother calling out "waait for me!" And the ker-thunk of the removable safety bar on the top bunk as my brother sailed over the side to escape the possessed clown. I dont recall what happened next but my mother relates my father laughing with tears in his eyes as she scolded him but couldn't help but laugh too as the thunk of the clown hitting our room and the parade of rapid pitter pattering feet hitting the floor and down the stairs struck a comical chord. And that is the recollection of my own personal 'Nam
also I do use the correct you're and there!