I guess I'm a little of a lot of things. I'd laid back but forever wise cracking. I love the heck out of this city but I crave mountains, beach, and bodies of water (Cape Cod, upstate NY and Vermont are the jams). Music, food and words can equally knock me flat and render me speechless. I dig the funny, having been weaned from a steady diet of SNL. Most of my favorite memories weave much of the above in a single day.
Also? I love bars you can talk in-diners with jukeboxes-long walks-farmer's markets-classic rock while driving-poached eggs-ohgodcoffee-pro goat cheese (and cilantro)-half baked plans. Generally unique as a pothole.

It's a shame that so many people don't look up at buildings. If you can school me on local architecture then I will probably develop an immediate crush on you. Spots in Tribeca, Bond St, West 10th st, Brooklyn Heights, anyone??

I lived in Portland Oregon before it was cool, but got homesick for hot summers and fall foliage.

Learning how to cook like A Real Lady. Avoiding sketchy puddles on the sidewalk. Bike rides with an ice cream finish. Engaging in a long term relationship with Manhattan, with wild passionate weekends in Brooklyn. Finding creative ways to reach the top shelf. Working with kids.

BS detectin. Recognizing real-life Seinfeld moments. Identifying old songs in a loud bar. Saying that awkward thing, and then recovering from it. Finding the least crowded subway car. Connecting with your dog. Knowing most of the words to "The Humpty Dance" and various other 90's hip-hop songs. Not getting busy in Burger King bathrooms. Getting along with other peoples' parents (note: I get along fine with with my parents, I just find it fascinating to see where my friends come from).

People always tell me I remind them of someone they know, usually it's their friend's smart alecky younger sister. I take that as a compliment.

Books: NYC history, Confederacy of Dunces, Sarah Vowell, John Irving, Zadie Smith. Taking a break from Murakami. The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time. Junot Diaz, books about food. Edgar Allan Poe. Interwebs: GOOD magazine, random cooking blogs, McSweeney's Lists

Movies: characters flawed or funny, or both:Woody Allen, Wes Anderson, Dustin Hoffman, Paul Giamatti, Whale Rider, Cameron Crowe, Clue, American Beauty, Ice Storm, The Neverending Story. Loved Crazy Heart and the soundtrack. I smiled throughout Fantastic Mr. Fox. Never Let Me Go haunted me. Wet Hot American Summer had all my favorite people. Drive was pretty to watch. Go see The Artist, be enchanted.

TV: In the height of summer TV awfulness, I cancelled my cable. I do dig 30 Rock, Six Feet Under, Arrested Development, Parks and Rec, Mad Men. I still mourn the loss of the State on MTV. Portlandia is hilarious. It makes fun of me, and probably you, too.

Music: I'm always down for some classic or rootsy rock, alt-country or any band that still plays actual instruments! Wilco, Beck, James Brown, Curtis Mayfield, Nick Drake, Ryan Adams, Van Morrison, Heart, The Head and the Heart, Jose Gonzalez/Junip, The Only Living Boy in New York. The bands our Dads listened to.
The hipsteriffic bands are good too, I guess. The dancey kinds are fun.

Food: Trying to eat more local, more vegetables, yadda yadda. Fish tacos, forever. Meat and veg. Picky eaters need not apply (totally acceptable [preferable?] to hate on those add your own toppings frozen yogurt spots. They have no soul. NO SOUL.). Recipe suggestions and/or dishwashers welcomed, thanks.

Podcasts: The Moth, This American Life. Professor Blastoff.

Playing Oregon Trail growing up, I always ditched the broken wagon, sick horse, etc. to keep forging ahead, so I like to think that I travel lightly. That being said, life is infinitely better with:
Morning coffee
challenging conversations with friends and family
grass/trees/beach/natural stuff
Music
Unstructured time
The ability to laugh at you, me, and that guy. No, the other one. Oh, you missed him, he's gone.

The larger, bigger picture. Environmental impact of things.
My next vacation.
If I should move to the west coast (again), or just Brooklyn.
Why NYC can't figure out a better garbage solution. On the street, in big mounds, really?
The evolution of Don Draper and Peggy Olson.

licking my wounds. A part time lighthouse attendant.

I'm not convinced Cee Lo Green is a real adult human man.

You intend on meeting up at some point. If we seem compatible, then let's hang out, dudes! I can have witty banter with my barista.

You can hang with different types of people, because you're comfortable in your own skin. I have friends across the board. Fun people are fun.

You have DIY tendencies, or make decent attempts. You like being physically active, can cook and can bring the funny. You're always up for some live music. Good manners but part time potty mouth. You have more than basic conversational skills.

You want to cook a meal with some Motown playing, share some tasty Malbec, see your friends band, go to BAM. You want to lazily spend the afternoon grabbing brunch or hanging in a park or bookstore or checking out some art. Or maybe rent a car last minute and drive upstate.

You’re not a hardcore Republican or super religious. Or maybe you are, and you can sweetly explain yourself. You've never once owned a sparkly T-shirt.

You have your stuff at least partially together, and have crossed the adult threshold. Whatever that means.