Well, I'm a teacher and a graduate student who has recently decided that there is certainly more to life than dead languages and research. I'm looking for a nice gal to do some fun stuff with, preferably where we eat something, drink something with booze in it, and then move around in some way or look at something.
I'm interested in, and like to talk about lots of things, including, but not limited to cooking shows, booze, the mars rover, bicycles, quantum physics, contrafactual conditions, my attempts at German poetry, Beyonce, whatever's in national geographic, cooking appliances, Swedish people, why [x] is funnier than [y], asteroids, food, whether or not that phantom pain I have is cancer, dark roasts, the Black Death, my zombie novel, string theory, the likelihood that I will be eaten by sharks, participles, the dreamy Timothy Oliphant, catapults, polar bears, why [y] is superior to [x], the space program, and whether that guy who thinks he is so cool is really all that cool. I don't care that you have exactly the same interests, just that you are fun to talk with and have opinions about stuff. Also, please like my dog.
What the heck am I like?
Well, my mom says I'm hilarious. She also says I'm the smartest, strongest, nicest, best looking boy in the whole world. So if you are anything like my mom you will think I'm great.
Some of our nation's top critics have said:
“[he] is like if ‘Superbad’ met ‘Midnight Run’ and they had a baby, and then ‘Pulp Fiction’ and ‘True Romance’ met ‘Freaks and Geeks’ and ‘Undeclared’ and they had a baby, and by some miracle those babies met — this would be the funny [guy] they birthed.”
“You’ll never see your windshield wipers the same way again.”
What the heck else do you need to know?
Lots, but if I'm going to lay myself bare I should probably have some booze in my system.