I'm a researcher / librarian, cruising on East Coast charm and inherited intelligence. Employers accuse me of lateness and general over-qualification. I try to write.
I crash wrap parties for the open bar, but faculty parties for the conversation. By the way, a pressed shirt and post-production vocabulary are all you need to get past security in this town.
Intellectually, I'm pretty much an omnivore. I try to balance an appreciation of history and the humanities with exposure to the natural sciences. So... kind of like Schrodinger's cat playing with a Gordian knot. Yeah, that's not confusing.
I drink red wine, run at 2AM, read next to sleeping dogs, and sneak rum into movies. It makes a good thing better.
I can tolerate various vices in a partner (drugs, kleptophilia, knife-play). Just as long as you're not a mercurial, entitled, 8x10 glossy-type. This city's already stocked up.