To provide a brief description, I have hair, a reasonably flat stomach, I speak in complete sentences and I don't live with my mother. I hope that counts for something.
Stable, relatively sane and gainfully employed in a job I almost actually like. Not rich, not poor and not particularly concerned about it.
Have been told by women whose taste and intelligence I trust that I'm not difficult to look at, though I'm honestly undecided. In good physical shape, I hate working out but feel that having worked out is truly sublime. I feel that way about a lot of things, really.
I like women who like guys who occasionally pull their hair when they kiss them. Among other attributes. Pliant, moderately dissolute a huge plus.
Movies: Orpheus, by Cocteau; anything with Dietrich; most documentaries; most film noir, and anything by Hitchcock, Billy Wilder, Kubrick, Scorsese, the Cohen Bros, Terrence Malick, Almodovar, Wes Anderson, Spike Jonze, John Huston, Fritz Lang, or Woody Allen before his brain fell out.
Food: Chili, and any recipe from Tuscany
Music: It's easier to say what I don't like -- Lawrence Welk, Barry Manilow and anything played while you're waiting on hold for tech support. They're piping the same stuff into Hell.
My motorcycle (what's left of it)
Women in very high heels
That dark little bar off the lobby of the Iroquois Hotel