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34 Seattle, WA Man


I’m looking for

  • Women who like men
  • Ages 27–40
  • Near me
  • For new friends, long-term dating, short-term dating, casual sex

My Details

Last Online
Yesterday – 5:07pm
5′ 8″ (1.73m)
Body Type
Strictly anything
When drinking
Libra, and it’s fun to think about
Graduated from university
Relationship Status
Relationship Type
Mostly non-monogamous
Doesn’t have kids, and doesn’t want any
Likes dogs and likes cats
English (Fluently), C++ (Poorly)

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My self-summary
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The world is glorious in both its wonder and absurdity. As much as our contemporary neo-Enlightenment philosophies tend to vilify the human wrought world as "unnatural" and "unhealthy" Nature certainly doesn't have a monopoly on the sublime any more than we have one on the ridiculous.

I'm sure there is nothing like a God, but I'm also equally sure it has a stupendous sense of humor.

The shiny thing the camera is pointed at is, inevitably, quite boring. What lies in the periphery and beyond is less so, but will always disappoint with its insistence on the importance of the center of the frame. It is this tension that gives rise to all meaning, between the emptiness of the subject and the subjugation of any context to that emptiness.

If the above sounds like utter gobbledygook to you, or if you're the type who dismisses philosophy because it "asks questions it can't answer" you should probably just stop reading now.

None of this means you need to read philosophy, or even have heard of any of the philosophers I adore. What it does mean is that you need to have not found a little ledge and convinced yourself it's the world far and wide. Even better if you're falling down the rabbit hole and content with the notion that there really is no bottom.

If I was smart I'd delete all of the nothing-everything above the previous paragraph and start there, but even to be friends you need to understand how I see the world.

The past and future are not dead trophies to be skinned, staked out to dry, and then hung in your living room to show your friends. They live as you do, yours but not like your own mind, stuck in the same ruts, leaping into the same unknowns.

Every choice creates one universe and destroys an infinite possible universes. That is the glory of free will and the intellectual failure if determinism.

There is nothing to be gained from longing for any one of those infinite universes that we lost once, but that everyone must do so sometimes; those lost universes can carry pieces of yourself away, and you are right to to mourn their loss.

Knowing who you are is having the courage to watch parts of yourself you once valued and treasured slip away, and carry on with no guarantee that you didn't just lose the best part of yourself.
What I’m doing with my life
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Adoring information density and pursuing it.

Working weird, crappy hours with my name on my shirt for a big evil corporation.

Looking for a better job and various software development certification programs, as well as computer science departments.

Writing, which is by far the most difficult thing I've ever done, despite being the thing I've done the longest.

Reading. The New Yorker is my light silly reading, but right now it's about all I read.

Coding and learning new programming languages. I have been learning Objective-C and now I'm working on an app which is mostly about me writing a program completely on my own from start to finish.
I’m really good at
Go on, brag a little (or a lot). We won’t judge.
Inventing idioms off the top of my head that sound like something you've heard before.

Destroying bicycle drivetrains. Never using the granny gear. Refusing the see the connection between those two things.

Learning over and over the value of being able to throw away something I created and once thought was brilliant and perfect.
The first things people usually notice about me
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That I'm not made of chocolate.

After that it's nothing but good surprises.
Favorite books, movies, shows, music, and food
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Books that feel indecent to read in public, but not in the way you might think. Also big, heavy, boring ones; well, ones that look boring from the outside.

I love Podcasts; the ones you might expect based on my profile. I clap like seal being tossed a fish when a new episode of RadioLab shows up.

Yes, I spend some of my time watching movies and TV, and listening to music, and what I'm into surprises some, but not most.

I'm an omnivore and not exactly morally righteous about it, but I don't have a huge amount of respect for fad diets like paleo-anything, gluten-phobs, fruitarians, and the like. Yes I mostly eat organic, try and eat local, but mostly in concentrate on real, actual food, with some fluff thrown in now and then. I find most fad diets to be treating the symptoms of our fucked up food system rather than the root, but if you think you can convince me otherwise than please do. I'd rather date someone I fight with about food and who can change my mind than someone who has never thought more deeply about their food than the bottom of the Dorito bag.
The six things I could never do without
Think outside the box. Sometimes the little things can say a lot.
Contentedness can be pursued. Ecstasy cannot.

In that light I need the outside to be more than a place between insides.

I need my ontic horizon to heave and thrash occasionally.

Friends who love enough to be uncivil.

Fun that doesn't exactly feel fun at the time.

I don't really waste my time counting things that don't need to be counted.
I spend a lot of time thinking about
Global warming, lunch, or your next vacation… it’s all fair game.
How strange it is to be anything at all.

How strange it is that the right person can make being seem necessary and inevitable. Whether for five minutes or five years.

The importance of the authentic act.

How the incidental and the inevitable are really the same thing seen from different sides of the mirror.
On a typical Friday night I am
Netflix and takeout, or getting your party on — how do you let loose?
My work hours mean I am often sober when the rest of Seattle is getting drunk, but then I catch up if need be.

On a night off I can be out with friends, at a coffee shop writing or coding, reading at bar or having an equally pretentious conversation at a bar.

Even better if it's something else entirely.
The most private thing I’m willing to admit
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I've never actually read either of the works my username references.

I think Oxford should only be let out of the cellar when absolutely necessary, kept on a tight leash, and then shoved back down into the dark as soon as possible. Using them all the time is lazy grammar; I want my grammar to be able to bite me in the ass with unintended meanings.
You should message me if
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You too are continuously stunned by how little compassion and empathy most people seem capable of, while at the same time amazed by what they can accomplish and do which you never could.

You understand the importance of being objectified in the right way at the right time.

You don't think being a cynic or an optimist does justice to what humans are capable of, both evil and good.

You are okay with non-monogamy. It's what I'm doing with my life right now and I don't see it changing anytime soon.

I'm not part of any scene, I'm not going to try and get you to have a threesome with one of the other women I'm seeing, you're not going to have to come to any poly social events, but you need to be okay with romantic relationships that are different then "one and one only till death do us part…" (Although if you are part of a scene and want me to come to any sort of social event, I'm perfectly happy to tag along).

I'm safe. I'm careful, and I expect the same from the women I see. Yes, sex is great, but I'm unlikely to see someone for very long if you can't tickle parts of me that aren't simple stimulus-response mechanisms. I want feedback loops and inference. I want play and ambiguity. I want your the words that spin off your tongue to be just as, if not more, sexy than the tongue that riled them into the world.

I'm not here to find someone I will be buried next to. I'm also not here to find someone I can sleep with once and then have two awkward text exchanges with and not talk to again. I'm just here because there are an abundance of gorgeous and interesting people out there, and some small percentage of those knocking around these little walls, tapping, listening.

You agree that "casual sex" is simply sex outside of a committed relationship. I'm not here "looking" for it, but I'm also not going to run away from it.