Serious about being silly, seek complex simplicity and dualistic without duplicity. (I'm of two minds about dualism, but they both agree that it's false).
I love words with friends and at times feel like I am friends with words. I'm stable and mercurial, a good listener and an excellent speaker.
I am really busy, but I do my best to make time for exciting people. I feel at times like I'm dancing on the line between the humanities and the sciences, but since dancing is a humanity, that is the side towards which I tilt, a whirling dervish twirling in a lab coat he doesn't deserve. I have an ecstatic relationship with the natural world and its funniest monkeys, the Homophobic Sapien (really we're more closely related to apes, that was just a genetic jape. Please don't be homophobic, or in any other way full of fear or hate).
My old profile also read: Please be kind, laid back, hot, smart. Could break a tooth on an icy uptight tart.
Recently found out that this guy was using my pictures and creeping on people: http://www.okcupid.com/profile/erigre/photos. Please do not get catfished by him, please instead get catfished by me. By which I mean, come meet me, I look like my pictures, and then let me take you to a wonderful catfish dinner (vegans and vegetarians: you will be forced to eat neither cat nor fish. We'll work it out, somehow).
Oh, hey, this seems relevant: I am wrong sometimes. Whoops!
Communicating uncomfortable truths (being a dick without being a dick about it).
Arguing without fighting.
In retrospect I probably should not have mentioned this.
And, of course, recursion.
Also, I just paid the $3 to increase my message storage to 5,000. That's kind of embarrassing. (note: I did this because I don't need another space in my life to monitor, virtual or otherwise, not because I'm a schmuck. That's totally incidental).
Bonus points: You "believe in" the scientific method (and can articulate why this isn't just another form of faith), understand the dangers of cognitive biases and anecdotal evidence, and in the event of a debate you are able to wield Occam's Razor.
I view sex as a form of communication (which is why I always request an ASL translator be present for the hearing impaired). If it's possible to say this without sounding like a braggart or a slut (I'd prefer to sound like both, but not not one or the other) I'm probably on the more sexually experienced side, but honestly just looking for meaningful companionship in the form of a smart, fun, self-possessed, expressive intellectual, artistic, kind-hearted, open-minded, statistically significant other. I am not just in it for the sex, though I'm a guy so of course I have some self-worth tied up in my prowess. Plenty of inadequacies (I used to be fat, asthmatic, last up at bat), but in the final measurement my sense of self-worth wins out (so my ego is fatter than my memory).
And by the way, if you just found my profile because you were searching terms like bdsm, dominant, submissive, kink, kinky, fetlife or fucktastic, well I don't know what you were expecting to find. But I am listening.
Play an instrument, teach me a new skill. Whatever. I hope I don't live to see a day I stop trying to learn something new or otherwise challenge myself. I've found that no matter how smart you might be there's always room to be dumb.
Jeez, all I want is a girl who is smarter than I am, hotter than I am, appreciates the value of the scientific method, has been outside the country at least once, is at least as intellectually curious as I am, expresses a creative drive, is in touch with herself as a sexual being, gets (and hopefully makes) jokes, has a passion for something (anything really), a little bit of musicality would be nice, and is also attracted to me. Is that really so much to ask for?!?
Oh it is? Well shit.
Then just be cool or something.
Ok, profile over. Nice to meet ya.
P.S. It's proven to be impossible to keep my inbox not full (what with all the fake messages I send myself to look popular), so unless we mutually like/star each other probably won't be able to message you. I'm sorry about that.