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38 • F • Portland, OR
I’m looking for
- Guys who like girls
- Ages 34–43
- Near me
- Who are single
- For new friends, long-term dating
- Last Online
- Yesterday – 2:33pm
- 5′ 6″ (1.68m)
- Body Type
- Mostly other
- When drinking
- Agnosticism, and laughing about it
- Aquarius, and it’s fun to think about
- Graduated from masters program
- Art / Music / Writing
- Rather not say
- Relationship Status
- Relationship Type
- Mostly monogamous
- Has a kid, but doesn’t want more
- Likes dogs and likes cats
- English (Poorly)
I also seem to be really kick ass at losing the other knee sock. Such a shame, because sometimes, I just need a little argyle in my life.
Movies: The Nightmare Before Christmas, Being John Malkovich, Kung Fu Hustle, Stepbrothers, Drunken Master, City of God, Boogie Nights, Como Agua por Chocolate, The Illusionist (the animated Sylvain Chomet one), Yojimbo. Also, The Royal Tennenbaums, Harold and Maude, Shaun of the Dead, The Apartment, and while I'm here, let's add Django Unchained to that list--the recent movie that made me renew my faith in recent movies. I am not that picky about comedy in general, but that means that it actually has to be pretty damned funny, because if you can make me laugh, I can forgive your crappy plot points. Yes, this idea may also apply to real life.
Note: If you think less of me for liking Stepbrothers that much, you need to watch it again. I too wrote it off until one day, a kind-hearted soul sat me down and forced me to open my narrow little mind. I will now quote it at will: "This house is a fucking prison! On Planet Bullshit! In the galaxy of This Sucks Camel Dick!" See? Good stuff! If you don't think so, I challenge you to sit through it beside me without experiencing an hour and a half of utter joy.
Shows: I'm one of those douche puddles who will bitch about how they don't have time for television, and then come sink into a hole in your sofa until your Netflix and your pantry go empty. Breaking Bad is over, and thus so is my love affair with television for now.***Update: I clearly wrote that before I went all straight-up nerd-out on Game of Thrones. ***
Music: This changes a lot. Five years ago, I would have said something about non-mainstream hip hop. Then there was a phase where I might have said something about old hardcore punk. I am generally Yes on the Stones Throw, but usually No on the Death Row. I don't know why people hate disco. What did disco ever do to you? Also, while I am not particularly into country, I get annoyed when people write "anything but country" in their profiles. I mean, really? You will rock the house to some polka, but if it's country on the jams next door, you're the first one calling the cops? I call bullshit! Anyway, my tastes vary wildly, but I tend to be drawn toward music that sounds like you hooked up a torch singer to the mother board: Peaches, Portishead, Cocorosie, etc. But lately, I've been on a Wax Tailor kick. Today, as I'm typing this, I'm listening to Jill Scott, but that is in no way typical.
Honestly, I'll give any sound a shot provided it doesn't undeniably suck the big woofer. I am one to completely flip what I'm into if I'm inspired by the right person and the right thing. If you start nerding out on something I know very little about, and that something has nothing to do with a football, I may get butterflies.
Food: I get excited over foods I've never had before. I love eating out, but I am tight on cash, so I spend a lot of time scrambling eggs and dreaming of the outside world and all its smoked salmon, moldy cheese and cute little stuffed grape leaves. Oh, caviar on a toasty cracker, I know you're out there somewhere! I pretend I don't like popcorn, but I do. I do so much, you buttery bowl of endless awesome, you. I'm kind of a vegetarian sympathizer. Meaning, that I order food on menus lower down the food chain, but it's not some sort of lifestyle statement. One day, it's wheat grass, but the next I just might eat a live boar.
Waidaminute, I actually don't spend that much time thinking about that at all. I'm not sure why I wrote that. If I'm completely honest I DO think about:
The prior owners who fill the Good Will. How can I prolong the sensation of happiness? Puns, bad jokes and turn of phrase. Variations in urban culture such as dialect, music preference, or how people treat each other on the street. The silence we share in elevators. The way roses in water droop when you don't pay attention to them for a few days. Why people kill Daddy Long Legs. Why am I fond of Daddy Long Legs? What does that indicate about the mapping of my mind? Whoa, the mind is a map? I should pull over and ask for directions. Excuse me sir, do you know your way around here? I think I'm lost.
The creation of cliques through inside jokes. Recycling old slang. Snappy one-liners. One-upping snappy one-liners. Why the hell I give a shit about snappy one-liners, because I really do. I think about language a lot.
Also, I wonder why people think they are so important. You're all a bunch of ants. Except that ants aren't as lazy and self-absorbed. I wonder why people think they are unimportant. Everyone matters.
I'm not done ... If written words gather into stories to represent life actions, and pictures represent what they look like, what the hell does music do? No, I mean, unless you can play wine glasses with a fork AND you are constantly drinking in a clumsy manner while handling silverware, your life doesn't actually sound like music. So what IS it?
If we survive a hundred years as a species, what is the stupidest custom we have that they will laugh at most? What will they miss and try to recreate? What about five hundred years? Who decided upon our definition of a year and how did they get everyone to agree? Was there like a big controversy there? Do I look fat in this?
I am not looking for casual sex. Formal sex-attire only. Black ties and ball gowns would be so hot.
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