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vespertine_1

38 Austin, TX Man

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I’m looking for

  • Women who like men
  • Ages 28–42
  • Near me
  • Who are single
  • For new friends, long-term dating, short-term dating

My Details

Last Online
Today – 5:55am
Orientation
Straight
Ethnicity
White
Height
6′ 0″ (1.83m)
Body Type
Fit
Diet
Mostly vegetarian
Smokes
No
Drinks
Rarely
Drugs
Religion
Sign
Cancer, but it doesn’t matter
Education
Graduated from Ph.D program
Job
Income
Rather not say
Relationship Status
Single
Relationship Type
Monogamous
Offspring
Doesn’t have kids
Pets
Likes dogs and likes cats
Speaks
English (Okay), German (Poorly)

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My self-summary
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I am an IRZJ, which is a category in a personality classification system that I invented, and that only I can diagnose, explain, or interpret. The system is based on a combination of Jungian psychology and Pixar character types. It's complex, comprising 1,024 separate and discrete personality types (4 to the 5th power, since... whatever, I'll explain this later), or roughly one type for every member of my high school class. IRZJs (which is the awesomest category, by the way) tend to get along with OKLWs and ZRFBs, but they're destined to become lethal, Tarantino-esque enemies with YBHCs (or anyone with a sibling of that breed).

So but I think my friends would say that I'm thoughtful, independent, curious, loyal, & ambitious. Integrity is important to me. I find enjoyment in the little things. Plus I've never had a cavity. Like ever. One time I exchanged "What's up?" nods with David Bowie. That is true. Also, I told David Lynch about a weird dream I had--this is also true--whereupon he told me how he came up with the ending to Mulholland Drive.

In college, I was a White House intern, but then I put like a 10-year moratorium on talking about it because of, you know, Monica Lewinsky. Poor girl. Anyway, I've heard every joke, so shut up.

Oh: I have an irrational fear of jackalopes, which I can trace psychoanalytically to a particular semi-traumatic moment at a highway rest stop in Utah. You should probably know about that in advance.

I'm originally from the east coast, but I went to grad school on the west coast. I've moved back and forth a few times. Am kinda nerdy, into art & literature, movies, outdoorsy things, random adventures, going out, staying in, sports (esp. hockey (ice), football, tennis...). I love dogs. And I think nose rings are kinda hot (on humans, that is), although I am powerless to explain why.

Ladies, please form an orderly queue.

**OH, PLEASE NOTE: I should mention that, for career-related reasons that are a little too complicated to get into right here, I live in Austin for about 9 months out of the year and San Diego for the other 3. As you can imagine, this situation wreaks a certain havoc on my personal life--and so basically what I'd really like is to meet someone who's OK with this and maybe even thinks it's cool. In the long run, I hope to switch to a 100%-of-the-time-in-Austin situation, but at the moment that's outta my hands. :-/
What I’m doing with my life
Don’t overthink this one; tell us what you’re doing day-to-day.
I'm basically an internet-enabled Amelie figure, inasmuch as I'm just always spreading good cheer and whatnot to random people.
I’m really good at
Go on, brag a little (or a lot). We won’t judge.
Falling down the internet rabbit hole and gathering answers to such vital questions as: What were the exact circumstances of Sid Vicious and Nancy Spungeon's deaths (the details are murky, but I've read their actual death certificates); Where is the comedian Carrot Top from? (Florida), and What's his deal anyway? (dunno); Is it possible to listen to a recording of Harry Houdini's voice? (yes), and What does it sound like? (surprisingly high-pitched); and What caused the famous Tunguska Event of 1908? (most likely a sizable meteorite, or possibly a comet, although I'm partial to theories involving extraterrestrials).
The first things people usually notice about me
I’m an empty essay… fill me out!
Lacking direct access to other people's experiences, I'd have no way of knowing that, now would I?
Favorite books, movies, shows, music, and food
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And now I'd like to display to you what amazing taste I have by dutifully referring to various HBO shows and obscure bands and movies i saw at the alamo drafthouse. And I'm gonna list out some books awarded (or at least shortlisted for) various literary prizes.

movies: Fargo, Blue Velvet, Mulholland Drive, City of God, Goodfellas, The Lives of Others, Junebug, Half Nelson, Raiders of the Lost Ark, Win a Date With Tad Hamilton!, Teen Wolf, various ESPN 30-for-30s

books: A Visit from the Goon Squad, Perfume, The Goldfinch, The Secret History, Huckleberry Finn, The Great Gatsby, The Stranger, Me Talk Pretty One Day, The Pale King, Caleb Williams, The Life & Opinions of Tristram Shandy

tv: House of Cards, The Wire, Arrested Development, Six Feet Under, Carnivale, Flight of the Conchords, Twin Peaks, Taxi, Cheers, Small Wonder

music: Jane's Rehabilitation, Decimal Metaphor, The Narcoleptics, Orange Julius, Bowie, Junior Boys, Little Dragon, Ted Leo, Neutral Milk Hotel, Pom Pom Deficit, Kids Today, Leonard Cohen, Tom Waits, Minor Threat, Black Flag, Champagne Suicide, Johnny Cash
The six things I could never do without
Think outside the box. Sometimes the little things can say a lot.
Command-Z (both literally and metaphorically)
Heroin
My circulatory and, for that matter, respiratory systems
Those little Keebler cheddar Cheez™ crackers
The glowing talisman of mysterious origins that forever hangs around my neck
My icy stare
I spend a lot of time thinking about
Global warming, lunch, or your next vacation… it’s all fair game.
the Corey Haim episode of E! True Hollywood Story.
On a typical Friday night I am
Netflix and takeout, or getting your party on — how do you let loose?
sorting over the pieces of my shattered psyche.
The most private thing I’m willing to admit
I’m an empty essay… fill me out!
In the checkout line, I hedge against the possibility of an incompetent grocery bagger by placing my items on the conveyor belt roughly in order from sturdiest to least sturdy, thereby reducing the chances that the delicate stuff will get crushed by the heavier stuff.