If you're wondering about the name- I'd originally joined a few bored and lonely weeks after a breakup. Not so much to meet someone as to make fun of "Okay, Cupid", in a fascinated, condescending way. But only partially so, because my friend HAD just met somebody on it three days prior and they were banging like rabbits. I mean, not that this was my intention. It was just that aside from it not being his style, it was also the pre-Tinder days. It still had some shock value.
Anyway I threw a quick profile together, and took my name from the paintings hanging in my living room- one of Hendrix (obv), the other of - yes. Orson 'Wells'. I guess the secret intent was to draw out he and only he who would be able to decipher the code.
So in other words, for four long years, or at least the stints between relationships and better weather, I have been waiting for that opener: a clever mashup of a Jimi lyric with a line from Touch of Evil. But alas, it never happened. Because I spelled Welles wrong. That's why.
What I’m doing with my life
I recently started working full time as a UX UI designer. I'm emphasizing 'full' and 'time' like it's a big deal, because it is, when you've been working as a part-time college art teacher and freelancing for too long to care to admit. I've managed to get back in the ring thanks to an affliction with technology.
The thing I look forward to absolutely the most about spring is biking through the city. I bike everywhere I can, within reason (but less reason than most). Mine got stolen at the end of the season, so I can't wait to get a new one. No I don't do that winter cyclist insanity, I fill my torture quota through lazier means, like forgetting to blink while staring at screens for seemingly long sessions between food cravings.
I’m really good at
Favorite books, movies, shows, music, and food
This list feels so grossly outdated now, but it's too awkward to bother updating... and does serve some purpose, of attempting to weed out the daft. Although I'm sure the only people who care are movie buffs and book geeks, in which case I'd fail utterly in both categories. Maybe not books. I bet none of you have even heard of Mack Sennet.
Point Counter Point, A Confederacy of Dunces, Mark Twain short stories, Chekov short stories. Saturday Night & Sunday Morning, The Fire Dwellers, The Autobiography of Mack Sennet. Vonnegut.
I just removed the movie section. I think it's fair to say that we've outgrown that thing where we both love Ghostbusters so we should make out. There's only well-made movies, and others that are empty but you know, good for Sundays. I just saw Spotlight last night. That was a movie you could go talk about after over some wine... And Michael Keaton's in it.
Shows: Shameless, Workaholics. That's it, currently.
You should message me if
You're not sending a spam message. It's so obvious, no matter how painstaking your efforts. If you are doing that, please just kill yourself. You should message me if you're smart, interesting, extremely deadpan (or at least able to deal with sarcasm), able to pull your weight but not be obsessed with sports, and into women with very specific tastes, like your being average but not excellent at sports.