Longtime introvert. Recent convert to the Oxford comma.
Too old not to get excited about rain and roads, Egyptian ruins, our first kiss.
Feminists to the front of the non-existent line. Bonus points if you like reading (bonus points redeemable for mini candy bars and/or large hammers for smashing the patriarchy).
Expanding my cooking repertoire (recent successes include eggplant parm and blueberry basil sauce for breakfasty carbs).
Writing parenthetical statements (hooray).
Also, being wildly inconsistent at bowling. It's a great source of shame for my family.
"This dude has an orange cat." My secret is Archie and my slapdash lint roller skills.
"This dude is short." My secret is being short. I am super good at it.
Movies: The Princess Bride, LOTR, Amelie, Some Kind of Wonderful, The Sting, The Magnificent Seven, Inception, Wes Anderson flicks.
TV Shows: Silicon Valley, The Handmaid's Tale, Sports Night, Top Chef, Orphan Black (rooting for you, Felix), The Expanse, Futurama, The West Wing, Terriers. Fuck Game of Thrones and its fixation on rape.
Music: I love my emo the way I mistrust my feminism: second fucking wave, man. Also, indie, punk, post hardcore, pop, motown, classic rock. Lately it's all Depeche Mode, Jawbreaker, Signals Midwest, Julien Baker, and Iron Chic.
Food: Potatoes, BBQ, tacos, all of the breakfast, ginger ale, and tofu. I have a tender, tender love with my slow cooker.
- rapid-fire, hilarious conversations
- hockey (Let's Go Rangers!)
- motherfucking EMPATHY, guys
- my guitars
Story ideas I never seem to write down and explore fully.
The person I could be, if I put in more effort.
Let's go to a used bookstore and pick out a book for each other? That would be the best. Or we could go bowling or volunteering. Those are also the best.