This is supposed to be my final year at Purdue. Over just the past few days, though, I've been leaning more and more towards staying here an extra year (meaning I'd graduate in 2015) and using that extra year to write more papers, network with more mathematicians, and generally make myself a stronger candidate for postdocs and other jobs. I don't much relish the thought of staying in grad school until I am nearly 34, but I think, all things considered, that that might be the best plan for me. I could probably get a postdoc right now, but it would be a mediocre postdoc and would condemn me to a career on the fringes of the mathematical world: while I'd rather spend another year really beefing up my credentials and hopefully land a postdoc somewhere really prestigious.
My personalty is a lazy, relaxed, easygoing, yet earnest and serious personality. I do a lot of joking, but my jokes are always jokes: I never pull anybody's leg. In the past I had an unfortunate tendency to smother the mirth of any conversation I stepped into, but lately I've learned to broadcast relaxation and calm and equanimity whenever I enter a social situation, so I'm not as much as a stifler as I once was. Still, I only like conversing about real subjects (i.e. I desire my conversations to be substantial, not vapid.) And I adore conversing about really profound things. I love to debate, too.
For most of my life, I've been a thoroughgoing romantic: I've always desired romantic love way more than I've desired sex. Lately, however, my preferences have shifted, and I've ceased to passionately pursue romantic love as an end in itself. And perhaps as a consequence of my decrease in romantic desires, or perhaps for some other reason, my sex drive has skyrocketed. Lately I've found myself wanting sex way more than I've ever wanted it before. Most guys seem to want sex more than they want anything else: and for the first time in my life, I can sympathize with those guys. I just want to fuck women very, very much.
This is not to say that I wouldn't adore to meet my soulmate, and marry her; nor that the romantic spark in my heart has been quenched. It's just to say that I WOULD adore, in addition, to have a lovely women lying on my bed over there, whose tender breasts I could stroke and whose warm, wet vagina I could slam my dick into right now. Oh, sex.
(I'm not a virgin, by the way. But I've not yet had a relationship since my sex drive catapulted into outer space about three months ago, so that while I've had my share of sex, I've never had crazy, desperate sex, if you can dig that. I feel like I've wasted the sex I have been lucky enough to have; I didn't properly appreciate it and relish it. But it wasn't as good to me, then, as it would be now.)
I have other traits: I love to read, and I love to write. I'm a very unmaterialistic person. I love to play soccer (I play very roughly) and I love breasts. I enjoy existence, and I"m feeling pretty optimistic about the future these days. I'm never happy (unless I'm playing soccer or working on math; but those are unconscious happinesses: I never sit around thinking, "Wow, I'm happy!"), but I am, as a general thing, content.