Friends or colleagues might describe me as somewhat gregarious or almost on the cusp of being handsome. It doesn't really matter how they'd describe me; I couldn't hear them anyway. I am deaf - my hearing the victim to a cruel clique of eight-year-olds armed only w/ whistles & megaphones. I tried to outrun them, to fight them off, but I was still a few months from my sixth birthday & no match for their pre-pubescent strength. With their gorilla-like build, Billy and Bobby Thistlethwaite had no problem pinning my arms to the playground blacktop, while others blew referee whistles through megaphones into my ears. Only when my eardrums ruptured did the torture stop. With blood pouring down the side of my neck like a mob-hit victim, I remember sprinting home, not being able to hear my own feet hit the pavement or deafening cries for help.
Mmmmmmkay - gonna stop that bullshit story in its tracks: I'm not actually deaf, but was updating this at 3am and not what I'd describe as 100% sober.
I'd rather "break the ice" over a cup of joe or pint of hoppy nectar, but if I must reveal something, then here are a few random factoids: I love, love reading The Economist to feed my addiction to current affairs; if the weather is nice, I'm probably on my bike or grilling out; I've bribed a Senegalese border guard; I drive through red lights when no one is around; and pranayama is my answer to traffic jams. Brewing my own beer has also become a scrumdillyumptious hobby. I specialize in IPA's, so I hope you like hops. Oh and during the election, I volunteered for the Obama campaign in Ohio. Why did I drive all the way to Ohio when I live in Pittsburgh (and PA was a swing state)? Because the race in Ohio was tighter, and I drive a fuel-efficient vehicle.
Let's go Bucs. Go Pens. Go Bears.
I enjoy professional sports, but they aren't the be-all, end-all of my weekly schedule. If it's 75 & sunny on a Sunday in Pittsburgh, the last place you'll find my backside is glued to a barstool, listening to some yinzer wax poetic on why the Steelers suddenly suck. That being said, my company's Pirates & Steeler tickets occasionally fall into my hands, so I take full advantage of that perk.
I'm also a budding entrepreneur & in the middle of starting a side business, so I have been devoting a great deal of time & energy to that endeavor.
Books: Recently I've been consumed by several books on the art & science of brewing. Otherwise, I enjoy: Dostoyevsky, Huxley, Vonnegut, Nabokov, Tolstoy, Palahniuk, Welch, Hemingway, Kerouac, Wolfe, either Sedaris, Hosseini, et al.
TV: Iron Chef, True Detective, Game of Thrones, House Hunters International (this show is only watched among friends & doubles as a drinking game w/ $ awarded to the winner). I also enjoyed "The Wire" a few years ago.
Music: I will attend pretty much anything live & enjoy it. Otherwise, my Pandora box includes: Thom Yorke, Alt-J, The Strokes, LCD Soundsystem, Modest Mouse, Jack White, Vampire Weekend, Hot Chip, Beck, James Brown, Tool, Doc Watson, Gary Clark Jr, Arctic Monkeys, Deadmau5, Umphreys McGee, Fujiya and Miyagi, Bob, Tauk, The Grateful Dead, DJ Shadow, RJD2, Bad Religion, Coltrane & PHISH (esp enjoy them live thanks to their lighting guru Chris Kuroda aaaaaaaaannnd it's a 3-hour dance party).
Food: Ethnic first (namely Indian or Thai) and everything else a close second. I tend to go on a sushi bender every couple months & rarely eat at chain restaurants after lunch. If you're into Applebee's, The Olive Garden, or Red Lobster, I'm probably not your Huckleberry. Though I know the term "foodie" is beyond played out, I think it's quite descriptive & has its place on a dating site. How else can one sum up in only six letters that they follow several local chefs on Twitter to see what seasonal fare they're offering and actively maintain an Urbanspoon account? Could the previous question have possibly contained more words?