I sound like Archer.
For such a standard-looking white chaud 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.
Fights, romance, and lust for life (that's totally 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.
Boring, obvious, universal Maslow. (That's 4)
Coconuts, and gods damns it if I don't likes them young
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.
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 if I feel trapped my perfect boner goes away. 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 angry, not anxious.
You sit in judgment but you're not the genuinely frigid judgmental type.
If you really like to show your rack, I will take you to dinner. You're not a cheap train wreck, you're braver than the scared girls. And if you are a cheap train wreck, I'm more likely to date you. Class is about money and social hierarchy and dead sky gods. This come-on took a turn.
Or you find me fascinating/have become a superfan.