Washington, DC for seven years. Regretfully monolingual. Registered Independent, politically liberal with surprising Rand moments. Homoflexible. Excessively flirty. Only child. From Mississippi. Obsessed with ramen noodles, commas and em dashes, and symmetry in food. Short, pale and balding, but somehow gets dates anyway (I try not to question it). Often thinks in pseudocode. Visited 27 countries, none of which are Canada. Dreams of visiting Tonga. Meditates at the Kennedy Center (especially the terrace when it's cold) or Latin Mass. Imagines a dream place with Dutch culture, Tunisian weather, New Orleanian grit, Roman evenings and Vietnamese food. Trying to figure out how to live a life about which The Economist would write an obituary.
Movies: Scent of a Woman, Chocolat, 12 Angry Men, Pecker, Go, The House of Yes, The Jerk, Harvey, Real Genius, LA Story, Other People's Money
Music: The National Anthem of Azerbaijan is pretty cool. Aside from that, whatever. My radio is usually on C-SPAN, but I switch to NPR when I'm feeling frisky.
Foods: Tomatoes, vanilla, spinach salads with olive oil dressing, souls, sushi, steak tartare, kibbi naya, grasscutter, phở. I usually try to stay organic, but I'm not militant about it. I'm a solid omnivore, but think meat should be raised and eaten responsibly.
Umm... how about this. The only thing that keeps me from stealing hotel pens is that most of them are crappy.
You have a unique perspective on the world. You are from an interesting background, or another country. You can hold a mature conversation and speak objectively. You're incredibly hot and manage to get by on that (hey, I'm a little geeky, but not dead).