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warmedbrie

33 Portland, OR Man

Man

I’m looking for

  • Women
  • Ages 25–36
  • Near me
  • For new friends, short-term dating

My Details

Last Online
Yesterday – 7:57pm
Orientation
Straight
Ethnicity
Height
5′ 8″ (1.73m)
Body Type
Skinny
Diet
Mostly vegetarian
Smokes
No
Drinks
Socially
Drugs
Never
Religion
Agnosticism
Sign
Aquarius
Education
Job
Entertainment / Media
Income
$30,000–$40,000
Relationship Status
Seeing Someone
Relationship Type
Non-monogamous
Offspring
Doesn’t have kids, but wants them
Pets
Likes dogs and likes cats
Speaks
English

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My self-summary
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What I’m doing with my life
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I’m really good at
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Meeting up. Making things. Repairing things. Foolin.
The first things people usually notice about me
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God, I don't wanna know. Ehh, shoes or something? :/
Favorite books, movies, shows, music, and food
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Gaps in teeth, Textiles, Quinoa, Tacos, Mid Century misc., Airports, Dioramas, Coconut, Raymond Chandler (and his bff James Ellroy), Batman, Riding bikes, KDAY, Prince, Winsor McCay, Juicing, Shoes, Daniel Clowes, Streets of Fire, Santa Sangre, Cosby Show, Three's Company, Cool Hand Luke, Twilight Zone, Big Lebowski, Chinatown, Under the Cherry Moon, Chevy Chase, Sade, The Beach Boys, Suicide, Ramones, OMD, Pulp, Siouxsie, Talking Heads.

"When you see somebody who's got a complaining personality, it usually means that they had some vision of what things could be, and they're constantly disappointed by that. I think that would be the camp that I would fall into - constantly horrified by the things people do"

"Once during a taping there was an actor who kept blowing his lines. It happened again and again. Finally Norman Fell came out-he wasn't even in that scene. But Norman came out and you know what he did? He killed the guy with a hammer."

"They know we need each other /They know you are my fix /I know that you know that I ain't cheatin' baby/They know this is serious...
...But I got to have your face all up in the place /I'd like to think that I'm a man of exquisite taste /Hundred percent Italian silk imported Egyptian lace /Nothin' baby, I said nothin' baby could compare To your lovely face"

I want you to sing this to me in the bed, the bath or from beyond
The six things I could never do without
Think outside the box. Sometimes the little things can say a lot.
Safe place to sleep. A woman's love and tenderness. Vegetables. Water/Tea. Telephone calls. Teeth not breaking or popping out.
I spend a lot of time thinking about
Global warming, lunch, or your next vacation… it’s all fair game.
##Psychic stuff##
Should I get an extra bottle of wine while I'm here?
Am I actually hungry, experiencing hunger?
Can you meet at the movies for a date or must it be preceded by another activity?
Which direction I should head for a bike ride.
How sad Netflix watch instant is these days.
What to draw. Way too many ideas. And can I execute them properly.
On a typical Friday night I am
Netflix and takeout, or getting your party on — how do you let loose?
The most private thing I’m willing to admit
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Actually, this is the least private thing I'm willing to admit. It's very important that you know.

I don't care about "stuff." Exceptions being: Stuff you made. Stuff you found and repurposed/cherish.

Your car, who you know, any imaginary rungs on the perceived success ladder. Don't care. I wish I didn't have to put that out there like this but it's kind of a recurring thing here.
You should message me if
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I'm seeking something pretty specific, actually.

Someone very pretty invites me over and when I get there, she'll be reading a magazine, a drink, neat, close by. There will be a seat waiting for me near her and between us, a pile of mostly-current magazines. Before I take my seat, a quick-but-earnest kiss, then, just after I make my periodical selection, the lights dim slightly, the stereo makes a faint click. Seated comfortably, side-by-side, we lower our magazines for a quick glance at each other, orinoco flow begins...