I resort to making lists on these things because I'm crippled by the so-many things I want to say. I guess it's a way of being efficient, or lazy, if you prefer. I also feel like I come off really dry or stiff. I think the best thing to do is just message me, and we can get some sort of rapport goin'.
Attempting to sponge out any douche-y sounding things in my OK profile. Don't think that's going too well.
I'm very good at engaging in heated discussions. I have the stamina and conviction to stick it out to the end. That's either good or very, very bad.
Settling the bill. Getting things for free. Small talk. Big talk. Sleeping in. Sex.
Call me by Your Name
The Haunting of Hill House
And Then There were None
Etc. etc. etc.
Rope, The Wizard of Oz, Clueless, Camp, Nights of Cabiria, Romeo + Juliet, West Side Story, Chocolat, Bring It On, Fellini's Satyricon, About a Boy, Amelie, Y Tu Mama Tambien, It's My Party, Psycho, Love Me If You Dare, I Heart Huckabees, Threesome, Paris, je t'aime, Hairspray, Shortbus, The Fall, Tarnation, November
Things that make me move. Or move me. Including and not limited to Robyn, Beyoncé, Lady Gaga, Alphabeat, Sia, Annie Lennox, The Cure, Andrew Bird, etc...I drive, so incidentally I've cultivated quite the ear for top 40. I love pop. Nothing is wrong with melody and rhythm.
Spicy foods; Indian and Mexican are probably on the top of my list. Then Japanese, Chinese, Thai, Mediterranean in no particular order.
Laptop (with Internet)
My full vocal capacity
My camera...wait it was stolen, let's go with coffee and/or whiskey.
Sex. Art. TV. Fitness.
Fridays I enjoy the company of friends, preferably at a house with beer, wine and good conversation. If I do go out, I enjoy lounge-y spaces where you can talk and cavort.
OR Karaoke-ing. But I really do that throughout the week. It's not unique to Fridays.
On occasion, I'll tear up a dance floor. I owe it to the dance gods.
I was not circumcised at birth, but I am cut.
I live in the East Bay.
*The answer does not exist. By admitting something 'most' private, the second most private, un-admitted thing thus becomes the most private, making the admission obsolete. Right?