-- My father, demonstrating his utmost confidence in my ability to be professional.
What I am: Curious with a pretty smile. Grossly underestimated. Stubborn (only because I’m usually right), but warm. Independent and level-headed with a "no-nonsense" type of attitude. Maddeningly random (fair warning). Horribly impatient. A definite jeans and t-shirt kind of girl with the potential for more when the opportunity arises. Unmoved when another girl is wearing the same dress, especially since I could probably take her one vs. one anyway. Constantly scheming the system in an effort to satiate my wanderlust. A work in progress (like everyone, I hope).
What I love: Beards (on you, not me). Putting up a good front. Bundling up and hanging out on snowy nights at 3am when everything else is asleep. Trivia night. Meteor showers. Screwing around in the kitchen (with food). Gin & tonics. Impromptu front stoop picnics. Camping and Photography. Finding humor in ordinary everyday moments that most people might miss. Laughing at myself ('cause I can, and so should we all). Football (NYG. I'm going to get my ass kicked in this town now, aren't I?), indie rock/alt.country, and not feeling obliged to apologize for putting those next to each other in a sentence. Good food, great books and inspiring conversation.
Two truths and a lie: (I'll consider telling you which is which if you ask nicely)
1. I once got called out by a large gun-carrying Capitol Hill guard for calling him a smartass.
2. My friend and I were briefly detained by Chinese police in Beijing for inadvertently loitering on government property.
3. I'm named after a jai-alai arena.
These days I'm trying to focus a lot more on "working to live" as opposed to the other way around. Let's go on an adventure.
My coworkers say I'm really good at looking like a high schooler when I wear my backpack around town... That will be sweet when I'm 50.
Or if we're being (somewhat) serious:
My eyes. My height (or lack thereof as many clever and observant people like to point out). My smile. My name. My stunning good looks and charming wit. Riiiight...
Movies: All the President's Men, The Manchurian Candidate (orig.), Spaceballs, Lost in Translation, Princess Bride, The Killing Fields, The Graduate, Rain Man, History of the World Part I, The Usual Suspects, Best in Show, Royal Tenenbaums, Memento. Finally saw The Darjeeling Limited recently. Did you just fuck that Indian girl?
Disney Movie (It deserves its own category): Sleeping Beauty
Podcasts: Stuff You Should Know, 99% Invisible, Radiolab, Dan Carlin's Hardcore History, StartUp, Planet Money, Memory Palace
TV: True Detective (Season 1, come on), Shameless, Mr. Robot, Veep, Silicon Valley, House of Cards, The Killing, Party Down, The League, 60 Minutes, Curb Your Enthusiasm, West Wing, Breaking Bad, ESPN, History Channel stuff about the Vikings and/or Mongolians.
Music is a big part of my life and I love introducing people to new bands when they're open to it.
-->Lately listening to: Car Seat Headrest, Miles Benjamin Anthony Robinson, Radiator Hospital
...Typhoon, Wolf Parade, Bon Iver, Silver Jews, We Were Promised Jetpacks, Wye Oak, Blind Pilot, We Barbarians, The Tallest Man on Earth, Local Natives, The Antlers, Surfer Blood, The Drowning Men, Girls, Mt. St. Helens Vietnam Band, The Rural Alberta Advantage, Ryan Adams, Whiskeytown, Atlas Sound, The Shins, old school Modest Mouse, Dinosaur Jr., Sebadoh, Pixies, Sufjan Stevens, Interpol, Eric Clapton, Elvis Costello, The Beatles, The Rolling Stones, Sonic Youth, Centro-Matic, Eels, Neutral Milk Hotel, The National, Pavement, Songs:Ohia/Magnolia Electric Co. (RIP), Wilco blah blah...
Food: I could eat pasta every day that I'm not eating chinese, sushi, thai or malaysian. I'm a sucker for classic French cuisine and key lime pie (though not necessarily together). Mayo is gross. I still have dreams about the baozi in Beijing and fish amok in Cambodia. What's the greatest meal you've ever had?
A solid kitchen.
Football season in HD.
Long drives to nowhere.
How I always seem to be the person to finish off the last toilet paper on the roll.
Why I can't seem to let certain things go.
Why "they" let Tony Siragusa breathe.
How many episodes of Man vs. Food it is going to take for that guy to eat himself into a heart attack.
Whether or not having an OKCupid personality award for being "more indie" in fact makes me less indie. I can't keep up with these hipsters anymore.
Why I'm not living in San Francisco already.
How stupid the corporate "kudos" system is. Do people who make Kudos get kudos? My favorite was always the peanut butter one.
How much live music fucking turns me on.
How terrified I am of the idea that after death there is nothing.
Or catching a show around town.
Or at a house party.
Or cooking dinner for my ridiculous friends.
Or on my couch, with Reddit.
I think this explains my current take on the matter: What?
I cannot open a box with one of those tab/inserts without ripping shit to shreds to save my life.
Within the last year (and after many protests) I've been forced to accept that somewhere over the last 20 years my eyes have changed color from blue to some weird green thing, and I'm depressed about it.
I've dated guys as tall as 6'4. I know. It works; I promise.
I'm a lot more sensitive than you think I am.
You are secure, well-grounded, and interested in something more meaningful than casual.
You can teach me something.
You are curious about the world.
You like girls who start their sentences with "you."