Have been told I have nympho goofball energy (by someone who likes fucking me). I am intense and sexually aggressive (as said by someone else who likes fucking me), which means scratching and biting, among some other fun things.
I'm simple but people think I'm deep. I love to cook. I loved my dogs (RIP) and I continue to love my cat. I think picky eaters are boring people.
I'm blunt, but I endeavor to be not evil.
I do not care about sports. At all. No fantasy sports, no "real" sports. No sports. I don't care about baseball, football, hockey, curling, basketball, softball, soccer, jai alai, biathlon. None of them. But I have heard of the sportsball and I think I'm cognizant of Chicago teams. I'm glad you're a fan and you find enjoyment watching your teams do their things, but it's a huge topic about which I'm content to be ignorant.
I read a lot of books, mostly contemporary (ish) fiction. I would post my library check out history but that's protected by the First Amendment, something I think is pretty important.
The host of "Raw. Vegan. Not Gross." (on Tastemade) is especially alluring because I like a bit dorky and punny, and she has gorgeous hair.
4/16: "Grantchester;" "Broad City" (duh, I do Ilana dances); "Kimmy Schmidt;" just got Amazon Prime, so all those shows.
1/16: "Fargo," "Mozart in the Jungle," "This Old House," "The Americans," embarrassingly, the "Chicago" shows but I swear I'm watching for eye candy and recognized locales. "A Chef's Life," "BBQ with Franklin," "Call the Midwife," "The Bletchley Circle."
I listen to a shit ton of podcasts on subjects from comedy, sick and disgusting news, food, to movies, and a few things in between. Really, my primary form of entertainment is podcasts. Mostly very un-PC humor, which means I'm evil-ish (but not fully evil).
I love food. I cook it, I eat it, I shop for it, I write about it. That's something I can talk about.
Lately, I'd happily trade the vodka for weed.
You can understand that I don't have a car, don't want a car, and am in no way willing to go to the 'burbs; a two hour train trip is not foreplay.
You can write something substantive using those persnickety rules of grammar, spelling, punctuation, etc.
If you don't want a girlfriend, potential wife, or someone to talk to about your girlfriend or wife. However, talking about how wonderful your partner with whom you're in an open relationship is always welcome. Cheaters need not apply.
If you're a chick or a chick and a dude. If you're a chick who can roll a joint you go directly to the top of my list.
If you're not a complete flake (things come up, of course). If, after seeing in person that I'm "not your type," you have the decency to buy a girl a drink and have a conversation.
JUST IN CASE YOU CAN ONLY READ THE TEXT VERSION OF YELLING: I HAVE NO INTEREST IN ANYONE IN THE BURBS. IT'S A SCHEDULING AND LOGISTICAL PAIN IN THE NECK THAT CAN BE EASILY AVOIDED IF EVERYONE LIVES IN THE SAME CITY.
But really, I'd like to hang out for some fun, stimulating talk.