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28 • San Francisco, CA • Woman
I’m looking for
- Men who like women
- Ages 26–40
- Near me
- Who are single
- For new friends, long-term dating, short-term dating
- Last Online
- Nov 15
- 5′ 3″ (1.60m)
- Body Type
- Scorpio, but it doesn’t matter
- Graduated from university
- Art / Music / Writing
- Relationship Status
- Relationship Type
- Mostly monogamous
- Doesn’t have kids, but might want them
- Dislikes dogs and likes cats
- English (Fluently), Spanish (Okay)
I also get paid to watch Brooklyn Nine-Nine every week and tell people what I thought about it.
Other descriptors: fiction writer, craft-beer dork, film snob, yogini, semi-pro smartass.
I have a very loud laugh and very small feet.
Films: Rushmore, The Philadelphia Story, My Neighbor Totoro, Yi Yi, Hot Fuzz, Stop Making Sense, Slacker, Mutual Appreciation, There Will Be Blood, The 400 Blows, Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, Spirited Away, Kicking and Screaming, Down By Law, and anything Coen Bros.
Television: The Wire, Mad Men, Arrested Development, Mr. Show, Breaking Bad, Peep Show, Freaks and Geeks, Party Down, Daria, Louie, Rectify, Broad City.
Music: Pavement, Talking Heads, Steely Dan, The Silver Jews, The Wrens, Minutemen, They Might Be Giants, Pixies, Spoon, The Beta Band, Devo, Built to Spill, Wilco, The Fiery Furnaces, Beulah, Modest Mouse, LCD Soundsystem, Man Man, The Clash, Emperor X, Slint, Belle and Sebastian, The Dismemberment Plan, New Pornographers, The Aislers Set, Destroyer, Guided By Voices, The Evens, Ted Leo and the Pharmacists, Sleater-Kinney, The Hold Steady.
Food: Eating out is part of my job, and thus, I eat everything. So instead, here are the three things I don't eat: cilantro (thanks, lousy genetics that make it taste like soap), coffee (thanks, lousy genetics that make me sick when I drink it, even decaf), blue cheese (terrifying).
and it won’t be lopsided here without you.
The people who knew you will also be
gone, and then the people who had been
told about you. A child in each playground swing,
a dog at the end of every leash.
Water will course through the pipes
in the city you no longer live in, in your
home that you are not inside of. The new
inhabitants will hold a pot beneath
the faucet in the kitchen, place the pot
on top of the stove, just as you did.
Some of your objects remain, have
been reassigned. Your guitar is held
by a boy whose mother purchased it
from a resale shop. Your gray pearls
are with a woman flecked with your
genes. Many of your books have
disintegrated. A few of the things
you made still belong to someone
else who looks at them. There are
television shows starring humans who
were born long after you disappeared.
Feathers fill the pillows, and teens
and preteens take the risk of placing
their tongues in each other’s mouths.
Forever, you will never come back.
Ninety-eight or eighty-three over
infinity, it is almost not even a fraction.
- Hannah Stephenson
And sometimes going to bed at 8:30 out of sheer exhaustion, to be honest. Five straight days of nonstop writing can wear you out.
Total sub. Not looking for casual sex in that vein (it requires trust), but if you're interested in dating someone who's inclined that way, now you know.
I have no tolerance for littering, treating service workers poorly, or "Don't Stop Believing," which I will never forgive David Chase for repopularizing. I enjoy punishing evildoers, though that mostly consists of insulting men who street-harass me and calling the cops on bike chop shops from a safe distance away.
You're a try-hard. I try hard. I give a lot of fucks, essentially all the fucks, and cooler-than-thou posturing seems to only ignite a primal rage inside me.
You love to read. Especially fiction and long-form journalism. You have books upon books and you want to grow up to be John Jeremiah Sullivan, or are him.
You like your women whip-smart, blunt, and thoroughly hedonistic.
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