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34 Chicago, IL Man


I’m looking for

  • Women
  • Ages 18–99
  • Located anywhere
  • For new friends, long-term dating, short-term dating

My Details

Last Online
Today – 6:41pm
5′ 5″ (1.65m)
Body Type
Strictly anything
Not at all
Graduated from university
Relationship Status
Relationship Type
Doesn’t have kids, and doesn’t want any
Likes dogs and likes cats
English (Fluently)

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My self-summary
Write a little about yourself. Just a paragraph will do.
If you would like to talk, you may have to message me first. I know that very few of you are interested in doing this. But I also know that the most common problem facing the women of this website is that they receive an unmanageable volume of messages, and that most of those messages are unwanted. I would prefer not to contribute to the deluge, but more importantly to me, I want to know that you want to communicate with me before I intrude on your consciousness. If I have visited your profile, I am interested in you. If you are interested in me, you are invited to tell me.

Any unsolicited message from me will likely be a Robot Detection Device or an invitation to some specific event, both of which are form messages that get sent to many people. If the idea of receiving an initial message that is not unique bothers you, I completely understand. If you ignore me nothing bad will happen. And nothing good will happen. Nothing will happen at all! If you are not comfortable with meeting based on my message, I will not take it personally. Promise. But if you would like to meet- especially if you're not interested in any specific events I might invite you to, which can often be last minute or high pressure type situations for people who are not comfortable meeting a group of strangers all at once- feel free to invite me to whatever kind of social interaction you're most comfortable with. If you wait for me to ask you out on a stereotypical date, you're far more likely to get asked out by like fifty other guys first, fall in love with one of them, have children with the jerk, get divorced, reconcile, and then die in a horrific plane crash- as a family- at which point I'll probably message you. But that message will obviously go unanswered. Nobody wins in that scenario.
What I’m doing with my life
Don’t overthink this one; tell us what you’re doing day-to-day.
I am devoting my life to knowledge- knowledge of self and knowledge of my surroundings. The thing about learning is that it is both fleeting and permanent, you may know one thing now and another later, you may synthesize those two things or bastardize them, you may forget one and not the other, or remember both when you feel least inclined. And though you can remove the thing from memory as you know it, you cannot remove its effect, as it is now part of a larger, more complex structure, ever changing, but never disappearing. The memories may fuse, become amorphous and porous, but every structure has a basic building block that cannot be broken down. And the building block of our minds, and thus our selves, is knowledge.

For fun I like to summarize certain things in one comically long, grammatically incorrect sentence.

A One Sentence Summary Of The Imitation Game:

If you refuse, or are unable, to Play The Game, you will be mercilessly punished, despite the obvious observable facts of any given social situation, apparent to all involved, but only acknowledged through unspoken socially coded cues, never through direct statements, questions, or proclamations, which are indecorous beasts, to say the least- and those masses who do the punishing will nevertheless benefit from the fortunate, and not technically heroic, compulsion belonging to a very small and important proportion of the population both blessed and cursed with an intense need to tinker, puzzle, and solve all manner of enigma- and to do it uncompromisingly well- understanding innately that every animal is simply a solution to a problem, and that every problem has a single best solution- no matter how you couch your language, sugar, or compromise, honey, or obfuscate your true intentions, darlin', or desires, peaches, or personal preferences, handsome; your feelings are ultimately irrelevant, beautiful, and it simply never matters how you feel about it, my dear.
I’m really good at
Go on, brag a little (or a lot). We won’t judge.
Eating potatoes. I can eat them like nobody's business.

I am good at everything I have ever done more than once. Since good is a relative term, it is relatively easy to say that. But what I mean to say is that the average person generally sells themselves short when they consider what it is possible to achieve. We are all capable of so much more than what we believe we are capable of.

I like to explain this by illustrating the fallacy of expertise. In this world, there are people who have a vested interest in enabling ignorance of both your potential ability and your current ability. They are generally known as experts. Choose a field of interest, any field you like.

I suggest automotive repair for ease of illustration. Feel free to make up your own hypothetical as you read, however.

The barrier to entry to expert status as an auto mechanic is merely as high as the most outwardly qualified person you can easily locate. In one room, Jim is an expert auto mechanic. In another, he is a novice. In another, matter does not obey what he perceives as physical law and he disintegrates. However, all that matters is that Jim maintains the perception of expertise in your eyes- the humble and ignorant person in need of a repair. It is likely that 75% of the maintenance and repairs performed on your car in its lifetime could be done at home with a modest set of tools, possibly even a communal set of tools owned by everyone on your block. For example, with a small investment of time, you could learn how ridiculously simple and fast repairing your brakes can be. You could marvel at the difference between an $80 home repair and a $500 shop repair. You could take joy in the experience of learning, the gaining of knowledge that will aid you for years to come. Or Jim himself could take the time to show you how simple it is, so that he might devote his time to more fulfilling pursuits, having conquered the art of brake repair, his mind growing stagnant from repetition. But he chooses not to do this for many complex reasons- need of money, need of family, need of usefulness. Without his expert status he is simply another man among a sea of men and women who know how to repair their own automobiles at home. So it is in his best interest to make things seem complicated, difficult, and disgusting so that you may not know that you could do his job yourself if you desired. And so his interests are served. And yours are preserved, remaining unmuddled by the possibility of diversity.

Though it is true that there exist some activities and occupations that require years of intensive training and preparation, these compose an infinitely small percentage of all activities and occupations. And to focus on these examples is to miss the larger point- I do not claim that all people can be the best at all things. I claim that we are each capable of much more than we allow ourselves to achieve. So do something new. Until you do it well.
The first things people usually notice about me
I’m an empty essay… fill me out!
The tralatitious cross-eyed reply (to ansures found only in vast expanses of azure sky, infinity and undying nothingness, the joy of the purest white light sunshine) becomes a repetitious and abysmal routine, so the creature searches ceaselessly for a like mind.
Favorite books, movies, shows, music, and food
Help your potential matches find common interests.
I find this topic interesting. 150 years ago these trivial similarities and differences would for the most part not have existed and at the least would not have been important at all to anyone but an incredibly small minority of wealthy and advantaged people, and even then usually only as lubricants to platonic same sex relationships. "Name your 6 favorite foods!" would usually have produced a response between "There are 6 foods?" and "Any food." Go back in time further and the question would seem exponentially more ridiculous to the person it was asked of.

The perceived importance of which manufactured goods we enjoy seems like it must be hitting an apex with the advent of social networking sites. What were potentially titillating clues to how in tune a person was with their culture 50 years ago became conversation starters 30 years ago. Ice breakers became subtle divisions 20 years ago, which became concrete signals of which group you could be categorized into 10 years ago. Vague labels like "screamo" and "bromance" were invented to make things simple and easy to understand for the elderly and uninitiated. And more recently, with the advent of websites like this one, the things that we enjoy became banners for some and outright definitions of self for others. Lists of bands longer than the tax code became normal, and competitions arose to see who could simultaneously be both more exhaustive and obscure. To define yourself primarily by the work of others- whether works of art or works of profit- has become the standard as the concept of self dissolves into a solution of increasingly fluid waste.

Here is a story to illustrate one of the many peculiarities of the things we enjoy:

My first long term relationship began as many relationships do at the age of 16- with a message from a friend explaining that a girl was interested in me. The added intrigue of the middle-man who is in the know seems to be essential to the level of excitement produced by courtship at this age. I wonder how many messages never get delivered?

This message was delivered, and happily the interest was reciprocal. I knew nothing about this person other than what she looked like and the vague details one tends to pick up about other people's lives in high school. We went on our first date and I was shocked to discover how much we had in common. We both liked a certain band very much, as well as innumerable other instances of media that tend to be consumed by young people. She even had copies of somewhat obscure albums by the band that we both liked very much in her bedroom. Lucky coincidences to be sure, because I was passionately attracted to her physically, the type of attraction that leaves you unable to think about much else between opportunities for close contact. What I am trying to say is that she made my penis very hard. And it turned out that I made her penis very hard too, except that she didn't have a penis per se, but homologous complementary anatomy common to women. I believe it is called a pussy. And it didn't really get hard, at least not all of it. It was generally very soft and inviting, except for the clitoris, which did get hard. As you can see, it really would have been difficult to allow these mutual attractions to run their course if it had not been for all of the things that we both liked.

So we started seeing each other more and more frequently until we were officially declared a couple by the local magistrate a few months later. Around this point I noticed that the albums by the band that we both liked had disappeared from her bedroom. I asked her where they had gone and she explained that she had given them back to her uncle because they did not actually belong to her. I found this curious but filed it away in memory. As time went on, more instances like this crept up. She hadn't gone to that concert she had claimed she attended. She had never read that book that she said that she loved- she started it, but had only read the first third. And it turned out that quite a few things she had originally told me about her past relationships were not true either. Important things, like whether or not she used condoms during sex with that one guy she did not know. Gradually the architecture of our relationship began to fall apart until there was nothing left but us. And it turned out that despite the physical attraction, we didn't really like each other.

End of story.

These things that we collect and enjoy are relative to many variables- time, place, convenience, group dynamics, etc. They are lists written in the sky, more likely to blow away than to become stars, permanently affixed and burning until we expire. The list in the story above was not important, it was a distraction from the truth. What was important were the traits that created the list- an intense desire to be accepted, a willingness to be dishonest and deceptive, and passionate sexual attraction. It turns out that those traits became clear eventually despite the distraction, and it was those traits that determined the outcome of our relationship. Judging a person's character by the things that they enjoy is a difficult task- biases are rampant and difficult to overcome in these situations. Some would say impossible.

What I can say with as much certainty as is possible is that the longer a person knows me, the more likely I am to introduce them to experiences, art, and objects that they enjoy. These things did happen in the relationship described above, despite the rest of the details. She introduced me to things that are still valuable to me today, and though I cannot say this for sure, I believe that I did the same for her. It turned out that the friend who delivered that message to me had also had a little more involvement in our relationship. She had cased me before she met me, with his help. She asked him what I liked, and with that information made up stories and a plan to procure the appropriate objects, manufacturing a version of herself that she thought would be most likely to attract me.

I wonder how much of these lists of things on websites are a subconscious (or conscious) version of that behavior. And I wonder what the substitute behavior was for manufacturing personality 150 years ago.
The six things I could never do without
Think outside the box. Sometimes the little things can say a lot.
Realizations On The Path To Happiness, A Living List

1. Nobody owes you anything.
2. People are inherently disappointing creatures.
3. Everyone is replaceable.
4. Sympathy is a dead currency, backed by the chronically unhappy.
5. Your existence is composed of only one fundamental hypothesis, to be continually tested and retested: I can be happy.
I spend a lot of time thinking about
Global warming, lunch, or your next vacation… it’s all fair game.
In the unlikely event that we are ever traveling together, you and I, specifically, as a duo, and we require a hotel room, that I am tasked with booking- should I get one bed or two? I'd like to put a spreadsheet together, which can totally be modified in the future if circumstances change, but this is the kind of scenario that it would be best to be prepared for in advance; like having fire escape routes for a tall or otherwise complicated building, or assigning godparents for tiny or otherwise complicated children.

You may think that this whole thing is just about sex, but there are lots of activities we could participate in together in one bed (or not, if that's your designation).

Examples Of Activities That Can Take Place In A Single Bed, Occupied By Two People, Both Consenting Adults:

1. Non-sexual spooning
2. Sexual spooning
3. Sex
4. Tickling
5. Listening to another person snore
6. Observing night terrors
7. Fellatio
8. Sleeping
9. The establishment of a "No Fart Zone"
10. Cunnilingus
11. Naked bodies not touching

These are just off of the top of my head, right now, and I'm sure that there are plenty more. Please let me know your bed number preference by personal message, with the full understanding that this specific answer is non-binding and will be able to be changed at any time. Such is the magic of spreadsheets.
On a typical Friday night I am
Netflix and takeout, or getting your party on — how do you let loose?
If these social websites are not to be used to facilitate actual social interaction, then they have no utility outside of the monetization of our crushing loneliness and extravagant solipsism. Which is fine, if that's what you're into.

We are all just looking for anybody to talk to, to fuck, to connect with; it doesn't matter who. Parlor tricks attract attention, but complacency keeps us in place; there is no bond more meaningful than proximity, no skill more attractive than availability. Everybody is lonely.

So it is true that I, or others, may want to make out with you. But don't take it personally. We all want to make out with a lot of people. In a micro sense, that facet of your desirability can be easily replaced. In a macro sense, however, your company is one of the most valuable commodities in the economic model of happiness. Not because you're special, exquisite, or in any way unique as a stranger or acquaintance. The unknown is a powerful equalizer- and most of what catches our eye at first glance is illusory, projections from our subconscious neatly folding the tattered fabric of reality into something that is certain to be less pristine than we had hoped.

Focus instead on the opportunity to mix in a way that creates something new- an idea, or emotion, or even just a fleeting friendly or unfriendly look. That is what makes us all worthwhile- we are each immense, unwieldy, undefined. Variables waiting to be tested for potential reactions.

Consider yes as a response to random friend requests, open invitations, and non-specific interest in your physical existence- and let's see what happens next.
The most private thing I’m willing to admit
I’m an empty essay… fill me out!
I approach you, person, without expectation. You are not my hopes and dreams. If that is why you are here- to find someone who is desperately in need, a lonely carbon atom hoping to attract anything with a free valence so it may hold on until the day all matter returns to a single point- I am afraid you are in the wrong place. This is a place for experimentation, for throwing things together to see what will happen, a beaker for unpredictable but non-volatile chemical reactions. Nothing horrific will happen, if we meet or disconnect, like molecules in an aqueous solution; we need not become bitter or acidic, poisoning our surroundings with the toxic byproducts of a poorly prepared and ill-conceived alcoholic tincture. I am here to do things. To climb and play, to react and interact, to smile and laugh. I would prefer to do these things with you. But I will still be doing them without you, even alone, if you and I, due to choice or chance, prove to be immiscible or in any way incompatible.

If you are inert, either permanently or momentarily, feel free to ignore me. I will not take it personally. But if you receive an invitation to climb a mountain, or to go to an incredible restaurant, or to discuss a great novel, or to see a concert or comedian- consider saying yes. Even if the concept makes you uncomfortable. Just consider it. And if not with me, then maybe with someone else. If it sounds like a good idea, but you just have no interest in me personally, become the catalyst. Do the inviting rather than waiting for inertia to diffuse and surround you, picking at your bones, making them brittle, a spiritual osteoporosis.

We are not, individually, the keys to each others' survival or happiness. But we can improve things for each other; over minutes, days, years. This entire spectrum of outcomes contains value, from the smallest compassionate moment to a comfortable lifelong bond. I am no more invested in one specific outcome than any other. I will accept every second.
You should message me if
Offer a few tips to help matches win you over.
If you made it this far, or you just skipped to this section, I cannot recommend strongly enough that you should add me on Facebook, where I am Gorky Fur, before expending any further energy on me. Things get weird over there in ways that come as a shock to some people, so it's best to get that out of the way immediately, and if you're the kind of (completely understandable) private person who keeps their online profiles under closely guarded lock and key (for any reason at all; common sense, fear, paranoia, past trauma, etc) we probably are not going to get along as well as either of us would like anyway. The point being that I have nothing to hide from anyone, and if I could just let you borrow my brain for a while in order to allow you to assess our compatibility I would totally do that, but I can't, and my Facebook profile is the closest thing that exists to my brain laid bare. Plus there are way more pictures of things over there.

You Should Message Me If:

You're just hoping to see some titties bounce! Sometimes you just want to see some titties bounce in person- and that's ok. Or balls...I guess? Do you really want to see balls bounce? Is that a desire people have? I'm not saying it's morally questionable or anything, it just hadn't occurred to me before. Titties, though- I think we can all agree on bouncing titties and their desirability.

Or, when you see my profile you are one of the following due primarily to the contents displayed therein- disgusted, disinterested, saddened, strengthened, weakened, embarrassed, intrigued, incensed, attracted, overjoyed, repulsed, or bored.

Or if there is something that is absent from this list that you feel when you see me as I choose to portray myself.

Are you repulsed by bald guys, or short guys? Let me know, I empathize. Do you have intense hatred for people who have ridden bikes? That seems unreasonable, but inform me of your feelings on the matter. Do you like the way I write? Tell me so I may make an entry in my mind, a check or x in the appropriate box. Does a twisty mustache turn you on? That is information I consider to be of great value for future development considerations in my facial architecture. Do you prefer a svelte man with little or no visible musculature, so that you may overpower him if necessary? I completely understand- and it will do no harm to let me know. Would you prefer photos of me flexing with my shirt off or better yet- holding a gun with my shirt off- in order to prove how absolutely manly I can be? Well that's just too bad. But I would like to know of your desires nonetheless.

I ask only that you be honest and tell me both what you see and what you feel. I promise you that I want to know, no matter what those things may be.

Communicate with me.