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My self-summary
So hey.

If I've hit your profile what strikes you as being an untoward number of times in a given period of weeks or months, it's probably because of my shit-to-non-existent memory rather than because I've got some kind of creepy shrine to you in my room or something.

In fact I'd go so far as to say almost certainly.
I’m really good at
giving myself chinese burns on the nose every time I put on a sweater
Favorite books, movies, shows, music, and food
Reading Nostromo by Joseph Conrad at the moment. How can I put this? It's a bit... on the dry side...? I mean not that it isn't very good; it is. Extraordinarily beautiful, indeed, in places. But for me the usual ticket, prose-style-wise, is a certain playfulness, a certain lip-smacking-relish in the sentence construction. And he is terribly, terribly serious. Like, ALL the time.

I'm also maybe somewhere between one-sixth and one-tenth as highbrow as the above would suggest.
I spend a lot of time thinking about
how great it's going to be once I've done all the things I'm currently having these thoughts rather than actually doing.
On a typical Friday night I am
outta here. If things are going to be 'typical' then they can sodding well stop costing me money.
The most private thing I’m willing to admit
When I was a kid my interior monologues used to segue, without my ever noticing quite how it had happened, into imaginary interviews with Terry Wogan. Did you ever get that? No? Oh well, OK then.

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You should message me if
you're some kind of human being. If you suspect yourself of being some sort of implacable cyborg in human form, please do not contact me. God knows, there are enough of you out there... (BTW, please don't read anything remotely misogynistic into the above - I certainly don't intend it in a remotely gender-specific way. It's just that, in the case of a vast number of people, any kind of insight I've succeeded in forming into their mindsets just frightens the shit out of me. Like, fr'example, the guy on Big Brother a few years back who proclaimed, with evident satisfaction, 'See, 'round where I'm from you ain't nothin' unless you've got a new car.' See what I mean? We're screwed.)

Yes, it does say 'casual sex' in my 'I'm looking for' bit, you have correctly noticed. The significance of this is that, as a guy, I feel it would be disingenuous of me to purport not to be remotely interested in any such encounters that might, under the right circumstances, evolve or transpire in a grown-up, self-aware, no-strings-attached capacity. This does *not* make me the sort of guy who's likely to launch blithely into an unselfconscious series of questions about your bits and pieces three seconds into a conversation. I do, if nothing else, have a very, very little bit more class than that.

Let's be absolutely f**king clear about this, really not very much at all. But a little.