So I'm at the point in my life in which I'm too old to date my peers in school (in both years and experiences lived), but too young to be a viable mate for anyone who's already out there making it happen. Such an odd point of transition. But it's better than stagnation, no?

There are a couple of things that I really notice about a guy. The first is manners. Having good manners is paramount. The second thing is spelling and grammar. Attention to detail says a lot about anyone, and meticulousness is an indicator of paying attention!

Let's throw structure and organization to the wind just for the moment as I continue to guide you down the chaotic mind of Me. Originally from Massachusetts, I'm currently located in New Haven for college. "Uni" has been a special time, one of learning, one of repeated and sometimes all-too familiar emotional roller coasters whose harnesses have not been properly tested, a time for learning on multiple levels. The most valuable things I have learned in the last few years include: patience, openness, and respect. They don't exactly teach that to you in class (and I'm not so sure that it's really possible for those values to be taught per se), but it's what I've ended up learning!

I'm continuing to fill up this box mostly because of my need to reach the next step in profile completion! I could have sworn that this thing has already exceeded 1000 words, but one can tap inner verbosity to satisfy a silly requirement, no? I work at a library, mostly. I also have two stints as a language tutor and peer counselor for LGBTQ people at school. All three of my jobs are enjoyable, and hey, the bills must be paid. Being at the library at night is peaceful: the architecture is reminiscent of a cathedral (actually... it pretty much is a cathedral), the lighting dim, the echoes of footsteps draw near as the prior comes to beckon us for evening prayer. Maybe that doesn't quite happen, but here and there we have a patron approach the circulation desk to make an inquiry or check out a book. I do my best to make conversation, smile, make eye contact, and generally give the impression that the library is a happy place with happy workers. There we go. If someone seems happy, that's sexy. Smile=sexy. Smile wrinkles=sexy. Smile crow's feet=sexy. Scowl=no thanks!

School (I study Portuguese) and The Great Job Hunt. There's a lot that I'd be happy doing, and right now I'm looking into teaching. In the long term, however, there's no telling where or what I might be.

Language acquisition, listening, and helping people talk out a personal difficulty. I'm also good at figuring out how people feel about themselves (you'd be surprised what can be gleaned from a camera angle), and I try to be respectful. That said, I use that skill as a filter to avoid people who are superficial or trying to compensate.

My laugh (because I laugh a lot... and it's loud)
My smile (because I'm always smiling)
My very NOT politically correct wit

Foods: creative, ethnic, spicy, simple, healthy; falafel, beans, beets (!) are favorites
Book: Brave New World
TV: 30 Rock (best show on television), Family Guy, Glee, True Blood, South Park, American Dad, American Idol, Little Britain, The Catherine Tate Show, Allo Allo, Futurama, Anthony Bourdain: No Reservations, Law and Order: SVU, V, Star Trek: Voyager

1. people (I need dialogue!)
2. the newspaper
3. glasses/contact lenses
4. Dr. Bronner's peppermint oil soap (all-purpose!)
5. veggies
6. singing

Internal dialogue. Most people have an internal monologue. But mine is an imagined dialogue between two people, and it's usually pretty intense right when I wake up (to the point where I confuse reality with what's being imagined in my mind).

Perhaps it would be fair to include here that I have a few odd mental habits. First, the less weird one: I am constantly singing or making other forms of music in my head. That's just what I do. The music inside my mind sounds identical to whatever comes from the radio. Second, I unfortunately have the uncontrollable tendency to spell everything I hear and think in my head (I'm a stickler for good spelling), and arrange the letters into groups of three. I'm most pleased by words whose number of characters is perfectly divisible by three, and sentences whose letter count is divisible by three are also happy sentences. It started when I was thirteen, and it's gotten better over the years.

Perhaps watching a movie with a friend, maybe hanging out. I'm not really one for bar hopping and I don't go out much, though having a night out can certainly be a great part of a spectacular evening!

warning I can be a pretty boring guy. I work so hard during the week that I like to relax without going crazy, so singing around the piano or just chatting are my ideas of great fun.

You can ask me absolutely anything. If you grant me permission to be honest, I will be.

You think we could hit it off