The term 'dark horse' has been applied to me on several occasions. For reasons that I don't fully understand. But if you're welcome to investigate and report back.
I suppose any further questions can be referred to Thirdwoman23, with whom I am in an open relationship.
I have a needlessly good long term memory and a terrible short term one.
seriously expert level cynicism. The good kind. Diogenes style cynicism, not the other kind which actually just means being selfish tool which is what real cynicism was invented in response to. These things matter.
I have also have a terrible short term memory...my apologies.
Endless ranting involving archaic references to things like manticores that provoke blank stares from people I haven't known long enough to get away with without them clearly trying to decide whether or not I'm a potential organ thief.
Also, I have unusually soft hands. Seems to be a bit of a talking point.
I love the films of Terrence Malick, Wes Anderson and Steve McQueen (the director no the actor so much). There Will Be Blood, Sightseers, Seven Psychopaths, Cold Souls, A Man Escaped and so on.
I spend way too much time searching for new music for someone who doesn't actually work in the industry, most of what I listen to is made by reasonably depressed French-Canadian Jews, i.e. Godspeed You! Black Emperor, A Silver Mt Zion.
I love The Mighty Boosh, The Thick of It, Breaking Bad, Archer...
I really don't care much about food. And, frankly, I don't understand why that always seems to generate so much consternation, as though I'd just said that I sleep upside down like a bat or that I'd just claimed the ocean doesn't exist.
oh except for some reason lately i developed this weird addiction to bagel chips. It makes no sense, they're not even good.
I also have a bit of a man crush on Daniel Day-Lewis.
Are you are a seven foot tall imperious Aztec warrior maiden from the moon, timeless and unsullied?
You're ok with the fact I'm in an open relationship. It's not for everyone but it works for us.
Do you sometimes feel as worn out as orphan's suitcase, and sometimes sit in the darkness, full of nothing but bagel chips and moral confusion?
Or maybe, you know, you just feel like it.