I am a mystery wrapped in an enigma wrapped in...well, no, I'm pretty much an open book. I'm a successful video game developer, an entrepreneur, and a future new-media mogul. I would also very much like to own a bar.
I love penguins, cats, and pretty much anything cute and furry, which generally does not include dogs. I adore good food, frequent chain restaurants and fast-food joints, am incapable of learning to cook, and prefer Fatburger to In-N-Out. I am the slowest eater you have ever met. I wish there were a real Tiki bar in town.
I know the difference between "your" and "you're", and that "height" and "width" do not rhyme. I wield my vocabulary like a deadly weapon, but generally try not to seriously injure anyone. I enjoy inventing new words. I have repeatedly tried to get friends to name their children "Versatile". I have never succeeded.
I enjoy sporty cars of the Italian persuasion, and choose to believe that this is completely unrelated to my height, hairline, and manly equipment. I bought my last two cars online, the most recent one via eBay.
I am constitutionally unable to go to bed before 2 a.m., and only wake up before 8 a.m. when I set multiple alarms. I was born a few days ahead of schedule; that was the last time I was on time for anything, ever. I am a disaster at punctual replies to email.
I am a 100% religion-free atheist heathen. I am a perfectionist, a pragmatist, an idealist, and a realist. I try very hard not to judge others. I always vote Democratic, but am truly a libertarian at heart. I believe in legalizing just about everything. I did not vote for a single winner in the last election.
My name means "bad luck", and my birthday is Christmas Eve. I claim that neither of these things bothers me. I am an excellent prevaricator. I am both a workaholic and an inveterate procrastinator.
I am looking for interesting, intelligent, creative, fascinating, open minded people. I believe that attraction = beauty x intelligence x personality. Beyond that, I don't know what I'm looking for in a partner, and have found that those who claim they do are often wrong. Sparks come from complimentary personalities, not mirror-image doppelgangers. Surprise me!
I'd love to find my lobster, but would also be happy to make some new friends. Vegas can be a tough town for meeting people. If you think my profile is interesting but doubt I'm the man of your dreams, drop me a note anyway.
I am brilliant, crazy, and adrift.
Actually I look almost nothing like Leo, apart from us both being white males, but once when I lived in L.A. a couple of teenage girls surreptitiously followed me around the supermarket, phoning all of their friends to tell them Leo was at the local Vons. So there. If it's good enough for teeny-boppers, it must be true.
Seriously though, I message people left and right but nobody ever writes me back. That makes me the crying-on-the-inside kind of clown. Where's the love?
Final thought: I really like that OKC has a feature to suggest edits to random strangers' profiles. I've suggested homophone corrections (your/you're, than/then, etc.) for a couple dozen people, as well as various other spelling errors (my favorite so far was the woman who opined that one of the questions was "too clique", with "din of inequity" being first runner up).
Does it make me a jerk that I nag strangers about their spelling? I don't know, and don't really care. I like to believe it makes the world a slightly better place (although a huge percentage of people don't accept my edit suggestions, which I find...flabbergasting). If you think it's rude and/or you prefer to use alternate spelling, we probably weren't a good match anyway!