1. I used to have a job designing crazy social-media experiences for movies. However, my boss left, my new boss turned out to be an indefensible douchecanoe who fired literally one-quarter of the agency without giving me (director of two whole departments), and I was left with no choice but to quit so hard that the impact could be seen from space.
2. My plan was to be giddily unemployed for about six months or so, but that ended up not working out when I immediately got hired by a big-time internet company which shall remain nameless to think up wacky shit they could sell advertisers on doing with their product. I work incomprehensibly hard but it's hands-down the coolest job I've ever had.
3. As part of my new job, I got flown to New York for a public speaking class (I am as inarticulate IRL as I am overly articulate behind a keyboard). The teacher compared me to "a country lawyer"; I'm pretty sure what he meant to say was "the hyper-chicken lawyer from Futurama", but diff'rent strokes or whatever. Anyway the class lasted for literally two hours and then I flew back to LA.
4. I had to go to Comic-Con for the first time. It was basically the most acutely stressful situation into which I've ever thrust myself, and I do NOT say that lightly.
5. I went to Joshua Tree and the wind blew so hard that it literally uprooted the tent I was sleeping in. It had been staked to the ground and everything; Mother Nature was just huffing and puffing THAT HARD.
6. I got called for jury duty and got excused by the prosecution when I started quoting Gerry Spence during voir dire. The whole process took 3 days from beginning to end, which was just long enough for me to read Going Clear (aka that book which absolutely ethers Scientology). What I'm trying to say is that this I have experienced the best possible outcome of jury duty.
7. I got to DJ again! This doesn't happen nearly as often as I'd like - getting gigs is hard work for someone so bereft of social skills that their best opportunity to meet women is on the internet - but the upside of this is that when I actually DO get the opportunity to do it I cut loose with a giddy five-hour bender of playing EVERYTHING I've liked in the last however-many-months-it's-been-since-last-time. This was one of those, and it was fun as all hell.
Collections of essays. Unauthorized biographies and histories. Exhaustively thorough studies of famous (and preferably singular) acts of violence. Histories of technology, corruption, and various forms of pop music. Memoirs in which people explain how and why they used to like stuff (think Nick Hornby's nonfiction). I read longform articles more than books these days, though.
I should also cop to preferring to read on my iPad than in an actual book these days - I realize that that's a dealbreaker for literate women, and LORD that makes me sad. I just can't get over how earth-shatteringly convenient it is. I'M SORRY.
Movies with awesome soundtracks. Movies where well-meaning doofuses prove worthy of women impossibly out of their league. Movies where characters turn to talk to the camera. Movies with subtitles and silent movies, but not because they have subtitles or are silent. Movies with audition scenes (I have never seen a non-entertaining audition scene). Movies where people who acted like dicks in high school get owned. Movies which give me an excuse to talk about editing theory. And The Jerk.
HBO/BBC comedies. HBO/BBC dramas. HBO/BBC documentaries. Not True Blood or Doctor Who.
Minimalist operas. Epic Norwegian cosmic disco. Rock, pop, and dance music where pianos are the primary instrument. Pretentious R&B. Brutally accusatory rap music. Albums pop stars from the 60s made in the 70s after they got ruined by drugs and lost their audience. Overwhelmingly gentle home-made ambient music. Albums and songs as famous (or moreso) for their production than their content. Compilations of incisively specific strains of soul music. Mixtapes Tom Breihan recommends. And basically anything Captured Tracks, DFA, Acephale, Italians Do It Better, or Spectrum Spools puts out (or that Light in the Attic or the Numero Group reissue).
Avocados, North Carolina barbecue, hush puppies w/ honey butter, curry (Japanese and Indian, but not Thai), cheese, McDonalds' hot mustard dipping sauce (I would literally buy this wholesale if I could), balsamic vinagrette, egg fried rice, rare steak, Cheerwine, and animal-style fries. But I'm down for basically anything without seafood, bananas, or mayonnaise.
You are short (I'm a little over 5'8" and I know women like to stand on their tiptoes when they kiss).
You find the idea of going out dancing at incredibly suspect underground parties until like six AM alluring.
You like to talk a lot (I am the most awkward initiator of conversations ever, but I'm REALLY good at paying attention).
You like the idea of a couple sitting in the same room, each independently consumed their own book/project/whatever while internally rejoicing in the other's company.
You own a cat, a corgi, or both.
You're attracted to gratitude.
Or if any/all of these don't apply to you but you are awesome nonetheless.