In the spirit of promoting OkStupid's alluring sense of anonymity, I can only say that my name, when pronounced correctly, begins with the sound of "Ear" not "Eye". My iPhone, however, auto-corrects it to Urinal. The decoy name I give at the sandwich pick-up counter (to avoid hearing my real name eviscerated) is Bernice.
- I spent my first 12 years in the Soviet Union where I took formal ping pong lessons at a formal Soviet ping pong academy. Uncle Boris, a pro, felt that I "showed early promise" even though I barely cleared the height of the table and lacked hand-eye coordination. I hated the whole cursed endeavor, got bullied by the other kids (all boys, all older) and luckily got to drop out circa age eight when another kid chased me around with a pocket knife. I haven't played ping pong since...but would be tickled to give it a try if you promise to leave your cutlery at home
- I haven't owned or watched TV since 1996; consequently, I blow at all things trivia. A friend recently threatened to revoke my US citizenship bc I've "learned nothing about American culture" in 24+ years here. Help?
- I am crazy for cucumbers, Montreal, old school salsa (music, not dip), Balderdash, and rotisserie chicken (recent dream: a wedding cake constructed entirely of rotisserie chickens, no icing, no frills, no nuffin!)
- I could live in a hammock and essentially do April-Nov. Sat-Mon you can find me blissfully a-dangle in Fort Greene Park (hiding from parks police who usually shake me out of my favorite spots)