I'm an eternal optimist. Or, at least, it seems that way because I keep re-writing this profile imagining I'll meet someone worthwhile, if I can just nail the correct mixture of snark and warmth. My apologies to the handful of women I've been out with that I just, incidentally, described as non-worthwhile.
I'm O.G. punk rock. Remember back in '81 when you used to go to shows at Godzilla's and the T-bird roller drome and there was that 12 year old, running around drunk, with a couple of other 12 year-olds, watching Fear, China White and Bad Religion? That was me.
I have a job. I help create the images that give teen girls body dysmorphia. Just so you know I'm not sexist, I also accept money to help create the images that destroy the sense of self of young men, as well!
I am educated. I have a degree in a major that, after hearing me talk about it for 2 minutes, will cause you to cover your ears and sing "la, la, la - I can't hear you - la, la, la". Mostly because it is complex, boring and of no practical use. Kinda like me. Excerpt for the boring part. Yeah.
So that's it, really - career, I have a car. I don't have roommates. I eat meat (shhh, sometimes I don't even know what farm it came from - don't tell anyone). I don't do yoga.
I'll stop there because you are more than likely projecting everything else on to me anyway.