Finding safe passage between nonplussed and astonished.

Long term live-in beard.

Self summary is a process mostly destructive. Nevertheless, truth is: bookish, demure, impulsive, warm with a helping of old-fashioned polite mild manners. Outwardly calm, inwardly Woody Allen, with a core of molasses waiting for your still.

I studied literature. Now I am living.

Of course, I'm going to say something horrid when feeling after humor. Cringe-worthy. That is my summary.

I work for a non-profit in Old City.

I read a lot.

I believe that if you're looking for answers to life's big questions, you'll start with wine. And if with any luck, you'll stop looking.

Hours, exasperated, elated, laughing, while watching humans make fools of themselves in an office environment. Myself not the least of these.

Giving up on grammar, good reason, pride, desire, and sparkly objects. Clearing my throat.

cynicism. rationalizing. finding the middle distance and dwelling in it. Zinging. Hovering. Elapsing. Rubbing down all the cats.

I should say, "Sorry for staring"

Surfaces

Sight, a stiff breeze, a stiff drink, motionlessness, the wisdom that is the phrase, "it's always already too late." Probably Donuts.

What's worth wanting. Why not you?

Every day I wake to the sound of George Orwell clearing his throat.

my body wont dance. it doesn't want to.

You want to meet and greet rather than engage in a protracted and tedious exchange of text.

You want a partner for urban exploration, casual tippling, good natured banter, art film intake, literary balderdash, etc.

You don't want to correct my grammar.

You like your conversation "frothy," or over bourbon.

You're certain something is very wrong with the concept of giving to charity by purchasing shoes.