I am pretty good at not sweating the small stuff and not getting bogged down in too much muck, typically with a combination of boots, antiperspirant, and f-bombs. My sense of humor can be dorky (what happens to frogs when they park in a no parking zone, what one cannibal said to the other cannibal when they started eating the clown, what you call cheese that isn't yours), twisted (why did the baby crossed the road) or irreverent (think Louis C.K., but imagine him being 90% less funny).
There is a discrepancy between the way my life looks from the outside and the way it feels from the inside. From the outside, it looks ordinary. From the inside, it feels extraordinary. I am a dad like many other dads. But I can't believe that I get to be my son's dad. I work like many other people to pay my bills. But I cannot believe that I get to do a lot of it from home by researching and writing about things that matter to me. I also teach, like many people. But I cannot believe how alive it can feel in the classroom.
I am also the falling in love type who feels unable to predict who he might fall in love with. If you forced me at gunpoint to come up with a list of qualities, I suppose my best chances would be with someone who is happy in the here and now; who looks forward to many things; who takes care of herself in terms of food, exercise, sleep; and that's about it, except for the x-rated stuff that I cannot include unless they rename the site "OKCupid You Little Devil."