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tredda

23 M Ottawa, Ontario, CA

My Details

Last Online
Today – 7:26pm
Orientation
Straight
Ethnicity
Other
Height
6′ 1″ (1.85m)
Body Type
Average
Diet
Mostly anything
Smokes
When drinking
Drinks
Often
Drugs
Sometimes
Religion
Agnosticism, and laughing about it
Sign
Aries, but it doesn’t matter
Education
Working on masters program
Job
Education
Income
Relationship Status
Single
Relationship Type
Offspring
Doesn’t have kids
Pets
Likes dogs and likes cats
Speaks
English (Fluently), French (Fluently), Spanish (Poorly), Arabic (Poorly), Russian (Poorly)

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My self-summary
As a Moroccan-Quebecois, I am technically more African-American than most African-Americans.

I like math, and I play drums casually. If you want a guy who can talk dirty to you using profinite group representation theory while finger-tapping a drum solo all over your body, look no further. I also love to live and laugh and livingly love laughter and travel.

I had 3800+ questions answered before, but I decisively cleared them all out a while ago. Now, my OkCupid personality tab says that I have maximum spontaneity. Working as intended.
What I’m doing with my life
Taxpayer money is being rerouted directly into my bank account so that I get to play unbelievably complex games of connect-the-dots with other adults, all day long—believe me, that is more accurate than you think. I also spend time trying very hard not to laugh at other peoples' homework.

In other words, I'm doing a masters in computer science at Carleton, researching stuff in graph theory. As for later: I'm undecided between pursuing what is guaranteed to be a great career as a prolific researcher on the bleeding edge of computing science and mathematics, or becoming a part-time Ottawa-based comedian. That was a joke. *cough*

I went through roughly 2 packs of toilet paper in a single semester of my masters. I want to be able to say that I completed my masters in 13.99$ worth of toilet paper.
I’m really good at
I AM THOROUGH.
The first things people usually notice about me
My soul-piercing thousand-yard stare.

Hear me out: I mean, fuck nervously avoiding eye contact. Consider all of the idle time you might spend blinking, or keeping your eyes closed, or so consciously looking away from what you want to see. In many cases, that's like half of your lifetime of visual stimulation down the proverbial drain. Well I won't stand for that. Instead, when I want to look at something (e.g. faces, tits, equations), I peel my eyelids apart and stare. The exposure alone is enough to commit that shit to memory.

Don't be alarmed. I am just trying to completely internalize your complexion.
Favorite books, movies, shows, music, and food
Books
I've been reading some Dostoevsky book now for as long as I can remember. I am seriously worried that I will never finish it.
Otherwise: The Pigeon, Notes from Underground, The Possibility of an Island, The Kreutzer Sonata, The Elementary Particles, American Psycho, Neuromancer, Cat's Cradle, Sirens of Titan, etc.

Shows
Game of Thrones, Firefly, Breaking Bad, It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia, House of Cards, Six Feet Under, The Wire.

Movies
The Fountain, American Beauty, Donnie Darko, Taxi Driver, Fight Club, Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, Lost in Translation, Oldboy, Garden State, etc. Okay, you get it, I mostly like movies about crazy people.

Music
http://youtu.be/AE6djfQDfeI
Mostly into ambient arctic-grind electrodeathcore psychodrone. I mean: (glitchy) downtempo, trip hop, and jazz recently, but I really love post rock. For instance:
Boards of Canada, Lilacs & Champagne, Bonobo, Explosions in the Sky, toe, Thievery Corporation, Grails, Mouse on the Keys, etc.

Food/Drink
I am inexplicably healthy despite consuming at least 600% of the daily recommended intake of cholesterol, every day.
In terms of actual food choices: unsalted butter, salted butter, just generally butter whatever I don't care how much fucking salt there is, etc.
The six things I could never do without
● Walking.
● Meaty bass riffs.
● Cranberry juice.
● Lentils.
● Mathemagics.
● Really strong coffee and really strong beer. Really strong coffee-flavoured beer.
I spend a lot of time thinking about
Brains, math, shit that people do, things that don't make sense, chickpeas, roundabout ways of accomplishing things, gainz, and other essential questions such as:

● Is there any chalk in my beard?
● Do I own a single fucking pair of shoes which does not have punctured soles?
● How long can I survive on a diet consisting only of espresso, beer, and Sour Cream and Onion™ potato chips?
and
● Are people from Vermont really that weird?
On a typical Friday night I am
A few Fridays ago, a stripper named "Charmane" tried to talk to me, and I angered her by ignoring her and repeatedly loudly asking my friend, "DO I NEED TO GIVE HER MONEY NOW OR SOMETHING?"

Otherwise: relaxing, picking fruit flies out of my scotch, hanging out with friends, reading poorly typeset academic papers, or playing a video game.
The most private thing I’m willing to admit
I used to do magic. Like, sleight of hand sort of stuff. I stopped when I realized how much of a dweeb I'd become, but not before collecting over 50$ in vanished coins.

... that's a lie. I stopped when I got caught. The coin vanishing trick was done using a magnet concealed in my palm, attached to an elastic near my shoulders, that would retract through underneath my shirt. Once, I did the trick in front of an audience of kids in high school, and the magnet apparatus got caught in my shirt fabric. As the elastic pulled it back, it also lifted my shirt and bunched it up around my neck, exposing my innocent nipples to the masses... The wondrous mystery of my magic was lost to my classmates from that point on. Seems like I couldn't inspire them anymore once I'd surprised them with my bare teats.
I’m looking for
  • Girls who like guys
  • Ages 18–25
  • Near me
  • Who are single
  • For new friends, long-term dating, short-term dating
You should message me if
You think you're the kind of girl I'd be comfortable enough not to clean my apartment for.

As a rough measure of compatibility: if you think that the existence of "Chicken Soup for the Horse Lover's Soul" is absolutely hilarious, we'd probably get along.