I like long walks on the beach. Do you? Especially the ones where you get to witness a shark attack. Very romantic. Oh, and candlelit dinners. I'm equally comfortable in jeans and black tie. Or maybe I mean alienated. There must be a lot of frikkin black-tie benefits going on, that's all I can say, judging by people's profiles. Who are these people?!
I work hard and play harder. My glass is always half full. Should I buy a smaller glass?
I'm looking for that special someone, my partner in crime. What crime? I dunno. That's where you come in. I was thinking forgery, but my handwriting sucks. Anyway, like I say, I'm trying to find my soulmate, that one that can be my best friend as we share the joys and sorrows of trying to find a decent movie on Netflix or ungentrified 'hood in Brooklyn.
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BTW, I fibbed re my age, for search purposes. Although this isn't a real profile. Come to think of it, is any of us "real"? Aren't we just virtual scraps of performativity in the Foucaultvian panopticon - so who's counting?
Also, you'll note I checked "casual sex." When it comes to sex, I'm just not very formal. I tried sex in a tux once and, even though it's fun to say, the cummerbund got all - let us not speak of it.