I'm creative, fun-loving, thoughtful, open-minded, romantic, humorous, passionate when appropriate, calm when necessary. I find wit and intelligence just as sexy as, well, those qualities that land a woman on the cover of Maxim or Playboy. Keep your dogma away from my karma, and we'll get along fine.
I prefer thinking about the possible.
Movies: "Casablanca," "Pulp Fiction," "Blazing Saddles," "Animal House," the Godfather films, "Bull Durham" (and as a baseball fan and history buff, I invariably get caught up in "Eight Men Out" while surfing cable).
Music: Velvet Underground, Pixies, Catherine Wheel, Patti Smith, Love Spirals Downwards (and because I needed to stop whining about alt rock had gone to hell in a handbasket since Kurt Cobain died, Arcade Fire, Florence + the Machine, and Alabama Shakes).
Food: Chicken. Pizza. BBQ chicken pizza. Ribs. Ice cream (especially fudge sundaes, and Schwetty Balls lived up to the hype). And I am a whore for chocolate. I lurve Foster's Lager, Samuel Adams Summer Ale and Narragansett. I will drink wine on occasion, although I learned everything I know about wine from seeing "Sideways" (Merlot does not send me into violent rage).
My deck in summer, from which I can see out to Massachusetts and watch fireworks on the Fourth, and my hammock.
Functional knees (gained a greater appreciation for them after tearing an ACL 11 years ago).
A large, comfortable bed (it enables me to sleep well on nights I otherwise have little reason to).
A long. lingering kiss and/or slow dance to put an exclamation point on a successful date.
Watching TV (winter) on the couch with my pets gathered around me or on my lap.
Out on my deck (summer) with my laptop writing, surfing music video on YouTube, or some combination thereof.
At a local sports event.
At a party or small gathering with friends.
Driving home from a beach or park where I watched the sun set.
And I occasionally overintellectualize things (I give you permission to slap me if you catch me doing it).