I'm a restless rapscallion, self proclaimed hacker, infovore, street epistemologist, and connoisseur of mixed drinks, as well as a very persnickety person. The kind of guy who considers purchasing a high rent case for his sugar-free gum.
I have near a endless pool of enthusiasm. At any given moment I'm likely living the best moment of my life, unless it's the worst moment. My passion, is passion itself. I love to admire or partake in any creative work: music, art, making, baking, reading, writing, fashion, if someone considers it to be art I've likely already taken an interest in the subject.
I tend to unwittingly stumble into hipster behaviours.
I love conversation with passionate individuals. I continually desire to learn new things, curiosity is my driving force; given the choice between an experience I know, and something new, I'll tend towards the new.
Finding really good world music.
My Mutant Super Power:I have a knack for saying the worst possible thing at any given moment in time.
Shows: If Joss Whedon touched it, I like it. The I.T. Crowd, BSG, Sherlock (BBC), Penn & Teller Bullshit, Rick & Morty, Lost Girl, iZombie. A gamut of podcasts that mainly include short fiction and interviews with authors.
Music:I used to (years ago) listen to heavy metal exclusively, since then I've branched out. I love chiptunes, but my staple is really sappy pretty music. I listen to any music that feels like real emotion is behind it. The Dark Clan, bankai (at bandcamp), We Are FM, Yael Naïm, The Devil Wears Prada, and many more.
Food:I mostly eat like a vegan, but I don't claim to be one. I actively try to find cuisine I don't like, or haven't experienced. I adore Indian, Ethiopian, Thai, Japanese, and I'm always ready to try a new dish!
A really good text editor (bonus points for you if you know what Vim is)
A proper cup of tea
How bad dating websites are at actually getting anyone a date.
How much I hate the term dating.
How that's probably a defense mechanism.
How the awesomeness of human potential always seems to fall prey to our truly amazing ability to squander it for something utterly stupid.
How possessive monogamy is a bummer.
- I don't own you.
- You don't own me.
- Neither of us are possessions.
Gender roles. Just because I'm a guy doesn't mean I'm going to pay for your god damn dinner, maybe I want you to seduce me god damn it, or maybe I think egalitarianism is hot.
My tongue has been surgically attached to my cheek.
Hey you reading this. Here's a secret: Everyone else on this website sucks, except you and I. It's true! Really simplifies things right? At the very least we should talk.
Also message me if one of these apply:
- If you want to have a flirty friend who doesn't want to sleep with you.
- If you want to have a flirty friend who wants to sleep with you, but won't get butt hurt if that's not your thing.
- If you want to have a flirty friend who wants to sleep with you, and will maybe be butt hurt if that's not your thing, but won't be a dick about it.
- You kinda want to sleep with a flirty friend.
- If you think to yourself "oh maybe this guy isn't so bad, maybe I could message him"
- Literally any reason.
But honestly most guys don't get many messages so if you message me I'll be all like, "WOW! Someone totally messaged me of their own accord!" Plus I'll totally know you're "into" me, if you know what I mean