Well, my friend thought it would be amusing, to him at least, for me to get out in the World again. So, being the amusing person that I am, I decided to amuse him and myself by creating this profile while enjoying candy from a stolen box of See's Candies, and so Ruby, Ruby Red, shine a light onto this boy's bed.
Relationships in general make me a bit nervous, then again it is scary to think so much in life is out of one’s control and a lot of life is dependent on luck. So it must be luck rather than fate that brought us to this dating site.
I have been told that I am a crazy, neurotic, manic Jew, and that I respond as such.
I am a dreamer, and dancer. I also think a lot, I mean, a lot-a lot, and a lot of what I think about is the future, mainly because that is where I am going to be spending the rest of my life.
Mathematicians say you have a better chance seeing and/or encountering a U.F.O. than winning the lottery. So, when I read that I realized I have a better chance than most people matching all six numbers.
Other than that I know you would like me if only you get to know me better. I also wish to shoot lazers out of my eyes.
Online dating is really awkward. Well, dating in general is really awkward. Quite frankly my luck in the world of dating is getting worse and worse as I get older. Last night, for instance, I was stood up by a mannequin.
I do not know what I am doing with my life, but my incompetence has never stopped my enthusiasm.
I realize this is the part of the profile where I am suppose to say that I have been living in ten different countries for the past five years while working on two Masters' and a Ph.D, and bragging about how I do not own a television.
In reality I find myself reading a lot of books. Mostly I walk over to the library, get a book, I promptly read the book, and afterward I walk back over to the library, turn the book back in and check out a new book to read.
I like to read.
As somebody who is not originally from Orange County this place can sadden me, and happily surprise me. I do know this, here in OC-land there is more to life than corrupt politicians and ugly tract-housing, and I am glad to have been able to experience it.
Of course there is life well outside of OC.
I grew up in L.A. (come to think of it at one point I have lived in all four counties that make up the greater L.A. basin and vividly remember when 213 and 714 were the only area codes) and I really like Downtown L.A. In fact I like Downtown L.A. so much I am plotting my next move to there. As well, once I am living in, or around, downtown if I decide to throw myself off the Library Tower one fine day I can simply walk over to the tower and not worry about being stuck in a Sig-Alert on the 5.
Yes, there are more than a few other things I am doing with my life, and if you are sincerely interested I will share these details with you.
I am also really good at not enjoying work. People think it is because I must be lazy, but work is so stressful and worrying. Who enjoys being so stressed out and worried?
That aside, I do have way too many ambitions.
Let me see...
Aside from books I do love music. As T.S.O.L. once sang, "Music is our master...dance with me my dear."
Some of my favorite albums are, Soft Cell's "The Art of Falling Apart;" Joy Division's "Unknown Pleasures;" The Smiths' "The Queen is Dead;" Christian Death's "Only Theater of Pain;" Sub Human's "The Day The Country Died," along with other music like Klaus Nomi, Oscar Madrigal, and along with the sounds of Northern Soul, ska, dancehall, popcorn oldies, Motown, Italo disco, shoegaze, darkwave, cold wave (did I get all the waves in?), softer pop, grupera, norteña, cumbia and all this and more. Luckily for me I was able to buy the above music on a six CD collection from Time-Life Music.
I like dancing to "Fun City" by Soft Cell.
Probably the greatest punk album, or for that matter the greatest album in almost any genre, is "Germ Free Adolescents" by the X Ray Spex.
Marc and The Mambas are greatly underrated.
I miss the sounds of 1110/KRLA and Huggy Boy coming out of my transistor radio. Thank g-d for Art Laboe.
I once had a very impressive record collection featuring several obscure albums and bands. I used to play a deejay where I was able to showoff and impress people with my obscure collection while they were dancing down to their knees, but making life difficult for myself I sold the record collection for a few thousand dollars (which was enough to pay for one unit of college). I suppose for a moment I had a mature moment and thought it was time to grow up. Now I am rebuilding it, and now with more record stores to choose from. --The moral of that story is, do not ever become a mature adult.
Now, do not be mistaken, I hardly consider myself grown up. For one thing I think, no, I know, I will always have the punk rock spirit and ethos. That aside, frankly, it is my desire to have a collection of classic Fisher-Price toys and tons of old board games.
When I was much younger I used to like collecting the home version of teevee game shows and I would pretend to be the game show host. It took me a few years to understand what a couple unimaginative family members meant when they said, "Better him pretending to be Peter Marshall than Paul Lynde."
Also, I really like cartoons. I have wandered into the greatest debate of our time that has laid waste to great men and women: Were "The Simpsons" better in the 1990s, or is it better now?
I also have a guilty pleasure for Del Taco.
My computer memory card.
My Music that is on something like a card.
My 99 Cent Only Store Card.
My Bloomingdale's Card.
My other Library Card.
What if out of all the dots in the infinite universe we, the Earth, are really the only species alone in the universe? Well, if that is the case the master of the universe aimed rather low and settled for very little.
I walk around with the insane delusion that people actually like me.
If you really just have to know something, just ask.
Oh, I actually do enjoy studying seismology.
Though my profile may seem somewhat evasive I am always willing, as people who know me will attest, to tell you the story of my life.
I once had a dream Michel Foucault gave me directions from La Cadena and Valley Bl in Colton to 4th and Broadway in Downtown L.A. in less than ten words.
Or, you realize the moon is moving an inch away from the Earth every year and that in 10,000 years the moon will be far enough away to throw the Earth out of orbit.
So whether the universe is expanding or the moon is going away, either way we are screwed, and so we might as well drop the needle on the record and have a ball, and explore the World.
Or... When you're in Love's, the whole world is delicious.
Unrequited love is always a great thing.
Also, if you wonder whatever happened to the little cowboy atop of the Alpha-Beta sign, and for that matter why did Thrifty have to become painted with bad corporate shades of eye burning blue?
Your nights are lonely now that Cal Worthington is no longer with us to keep us company in the middle of the night.
You always think being born in another universe would have been ideal for you.
You realize that inside every cynical person, there is a disappointed idealist.
Two dreamers are better than one.
You like playing illegally in public fountains.
Ere thrice the sun done salutation to the dawn.