Which is to say, I'm generally gregarious and fun-loving but with a twist of seriousness and sentimentality. I contain multitudes: Extreme extrovert who often likes to fly solo; dedicated city boy who looks for any excuse to get away to the beach or the country; obsessive planner who loves spontaneity and serendipity.
Opposites attract, Paula Abdul tells me, and I have no reason to doubt her. But it's not what I'm looking for. I'd like to meet another guy who's smart and funny, articulate and confident, professional and put together, who's into culture and travel and many of the self-parodic mild pretensions of the modern urban gay bobo class. Let's be self-parodies together.
Books: Lately I've been on a gay-literary-fiction kick, though nothing I've read since has outdone "The Line of Beauty," which is gorgeous, or "Call Me By Your Name," which is devastating. ("The Swimming-Pool Library" is delightfully dirty, though.) Most often I read nonfiction, whether in book or periodical form. I'm still very proud of myself for finishing "The Power Broker."
Shows: My TV-watching has dropped off quite a bit; I don't really do reality, and as scripted favorites have exited I haven't picked up many new ones. Now I'm mostly left with just the usual HBO suspects. Theater-wise, I see an awful lot and have a much longer list of favorites. A few of them: "Company," "Guys and Dolls," "The Flick," "Other Desert Cities," "Buyer and Cellar."
Music: I sometimes fantasize about living in New York in an earlier era, when everything was elegant and cocktails were stiff and taxis had jump seats. (It was probably less fun to be gay and Jewish then, but whatever. It's a fantasy.) This leaves me with a strong taste for music typically more associated with old people, whether pop standards or '50s crooners or Broadway. Also, I grew up in New Jersey, so I love Bruce Springsteen.
Food: Yes, please.