For a cis, het, brutal son of Rome I'm wildly anti-paradigm: marriage is retarded, having your own babies is unethical when your species has overshot, and oil's about to run out (who wants to shop for shotguns with meee?).
I spent my twenties as a player, waaaay out here with a closed heart. Now I want connection and love. Intimacy. All kinds of gay shit like that.
Movies: Superbad. Spy Game. Pi. Waltz With Bashir.
Music: Think Queens of the Stone Age and Ladytron. And then Primus. They're beloved in this town.
I'd probably rack up a crazy high score, actually, but without girls to impress it never gets fun. I HATE this scenario I talked myself into.
Fights, romance, and lust for life (caterozied as one thing, called Dgaw, on account of testicles)
The empirical certainty that improvement is plausible in objective terms, and we needn't live our childhoods for the entirety of our lives.
How shall I put this? Snuggs.
If a woman likes to be read to, naked, that's a plus, I've decided. I can live without that, just, you know, not as long.
Oh, did I already say naked chicks? Shit.
Was that only 4? I've lived a longish life and worked my way into and out of plenty of awful ruts and traps. I need a good life to be happy, but I will survive grim lack.
What I've lost that I care about regaining. What I can maybe look forward to.
I don't do well in monogamy. Flakery, you call it, I know. I want to go deep and I want to fall in love, but I just have no respect for the idea of One Love. We didn't evolve for it and it doesn't work for 95% of people (looking at you, "serial monogamists"). Yes, you can be number one. No, you don't have to fuck my hilarious friends. Yes, I'm way too masculine. Yes, I'm very handsome.
You're a little handful with some extra jiggle. I'm looking for a savvy, hilarious, problematic lady who's in love with the D but works too fucking much to try and have the perfect body, because guess whose life that is.
Or you find me fascinating/have become a superfan.