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35 Brooklyn, NY Man


I’m looking for

  • Men
  • Ages 25–39
  • Near me
  • Who are single
  • For new friends, long-term dating, short-term dating

My Details

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5′ 9″ (1.75m)
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Mostly anything
Graduated from university
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My self-summary
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this is how i write to my best friend:

"megan send me your gmail address. you don't have to write anything else. it will take less time than it took you to read this sentence. i think we exchanged similar facebook messages like three months ago. you said then that we should chat on gmail and then i got excited and sent you my gmail address and i waited, sat on my hands and waited. and then two months passed. and i felt as so many fat, acne plagued middle-school girls do when, at their first co-ed dance, they confront the stark reality of romance, love, and beauty, and when the first germ of cynicism begins to reach its hairy root into the fecund compost of their recently dead expectations, when they begin to develop a dark, protectionist aspect that finds ill-conceived comfort in the music of tori amos, in the normative anti-aesthetic of new england lesbianism, and in a poorly crafted, but endearing effigy of janeane garofalo, which they sometimes carry with them on their person, but which they always, with a devotion heretofore reserved for saints and martyrs, imitate, when years later after a cavalcade of monogamous relationships with several women from various continents they arrive at the dark, quiet corner of epiphany and whisper quietly to themselves that they really quite liked dick all along, and, in their regret for a misspent life, liken their suffering to the plight of women generally, to the plight of victims, to the wretched of the earth, in their own misguided trajectory, they see the tear-stained wagon tracks of post-colonialism, and, with an anger fueled at once by embarrassment and the newly written narratives of the dispossessed, seek out that moment at which they stepped so far afield, track down the origin of their implacable grief, and find themselves face to face with a girl, full of hope, in paisley and bow, sitting on her hands waiting patiently for a swain who would never come.

so send me your fucking gmail address."
What I’m doing with my life
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theater writing, theater directing, play reading, yoga bending. i also read the bhagavad gita on occasion.
I’m really good at
Go on, brag a little (or a lot). We won’t judge.
Listening. I have good directional (as in a map) sense. Yoga. Reflection.
The first things people usually notice about me
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Me, not looking them in the eyes.
Favorite books, movies, shows, music, and food
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Miranda July (books and movies); Joan Didion; Charlie Kaufman; The Heart is a Lonely Hunter; Cavafy; Virginia Woolf; Joyce; Young Jean Lee; Lynn Nottage; Nina Simone; Abigail Washburn; Anne Washburn; Antony Hegarty; Mina; Radiohead; Zadie Smith; Arthur Miller; Terrence McNally; Tennessee Williams; David Foster Wallace; Jonathan Safran Foer; Kavalier and Clay; Sally Mann; Nan Goldin; JS Mill; After Virtue; Henry James; Arcade Fire; Junot Diaz; Perfume Genius; vegetarianism...
The six things I could never do without
Think outside the box. Sometimes the little things can say a lot.
This isn't a very Buddhist question now is it?
I spend a lot of time thinking about
Global warming, lunch, or your next vacation… it’s all fair game.
i spend a lot of time thinking about what the founding fathers would think of the U.S. were they able to visit us all today. and by that i mean, how fun it would be to ride next to thomas jefferson on a transcontinental flight. VERY, i think. this answer will also suffice for the "most private thing i'm willing to admit on here."
The most private thing I’m willing to admit
I’m an empty essay… fill me out!