I'm a weirdo. I'm inappropriate. I like to tease. I like to be teased back. I don't take life too seriously. Neither should you. I don't dislike dogs, they're just not important to me. I will ask you about you and your life. This shit is important. I'm content being alone and doing things alone. But good company is sometimes better. I'm smart, but sometimes I say and do stupid things. I'm generous and thoughtful, but sometimes I lack foresight. Show a modicum of interest.
If you can't handle that, back the fuck out and don't waste my time. If you can, don't yet abandon hope. (See what I did there? Just some Dante reference. NBD.)
It's been a while since I started this profile, and while not a lot has changed, I feel it's in dire need of a reboot. Just so I can maintain film rights.
Some boring stuff: I grew up in the South Bay (Torrance), went to school in upstate New York, came back to LA 12 years ago and have been here ever since.
My sense of humor can be dry, sarcastic, subtle, overt, inappropriate, wildly inappropriate, understated, self-deprecating. Occasionally all at the same time.
I pride myself on my spelling, and writing coherent sentences. Speaking coherent sentences is a completely different matter.
I love astronomy and the cosmos. Griffith Observatory is the shit. I need more Carl Sagan and Neil deGrasse Tyson and Michio Kaku in my life.
I designed and built my own bed. I went to Lowe's, bought the lumber and supplies, cut everything down, assembled, and stained it. There have had to be some structural modifications since then, but it's pretty stable right now. I want to build a bookshelf next.
I love the Oxford Comma. If you don't use it, it's not a deal breaker, as long as you're consistent. Though I'll never figure out when to use "whom."
I have a horribly selective memory, so I tend to ask people the same question multiple times. But then remember the oddest detail. Sorry in advance to anyone who falls victim to my (lack of) memory. Or maybe I'm a horrible listener. You be the judge...
I'll probably call myself out on my own shit before you have a chance to.
ISTJ for those who care about those things.
I don't follow any sports teams, but I'd be happy to root for yours and trash talk the opposing team. Except NBA. Fuck NBA.
If you got through all of that, I'm looking for a best friend, travel partner, lover, drinking buddy, sous chef, team member, someone to help pick me up when I fall down, and someone to laugh with at all our dumb jokes. Hopefully this would all be one person.