I would like to see marijuana legalized.
I'm cyclic. I lie dormant for very long periods, followed by periods of frenetic activity, followed by ... well, you get the idea. In that same vein, I am a serial monogamist. To be clear, I'm not committed to being a serial monogamist. Of course, I'd like to find the one, but in the meantime ...
I'm a person who frequents certain establishments so often that I am given special privileges. Free cokes. League bowling rates when I have never joined a league. That sort of thing.
I am a perfectionist at work because I absolutely hate to do anything twice. I can think of no other area in my life, however, where I even remotely approach perfectionism.
If I could have a super power, I have recently decided, it would be the power to freeze anything, but particularly, of course, people. Especially when they are in the act of war. Or personal conflict. Or violence. Or cruelty.
I love animals. And certain people.
I love irony. And I like symmetry. And parallelism in sentence structure is to die for.
I have an artistic license, and I know how to use it.
Oh, and things I like to do on a couch with another person: Watch really good television or DVDs while eating take-out. Sit at opposite ends, facing each other, and foot cuddle while reading separate books. Talk idly together. Talk avidly together. Get dreamy together and just gaze outside, enjoying our own thoughts, or enjoying not really thinking at all together. Especially nice to do this when it's drizzling outside. Kiss, make out, of course. (Do I really have to say that?) Take a nap together. And rub your belly while you are recumbent and I am sitting up and we are having a playful conversation.
Things I like to do with other people (and many of these I enjoy alone as well) when I decide to leave the couch: the usual. Dinner, drinks, coffee--make that "coffee" because I'm no big fan of the regular stuff and will be far more likely to order hot chocolate topped by whipped cream--movies, plays (I really like plays), go to comedy clubs, go to a concert, take long drives in beautiful countryside, go to bookstores, go to an occasional antique shop. And, of course, still kiss and make out.
I am wickedly funny, empathetic, and honest to a fault
Books: To Kill a Mockingbird, Jane Eyre, Gilead, The House of Mirth, A Tree Grows in Brooklyn, Sense and Sensibility, The Prime of Miss Jean Brodie, The Street, The Lonely Passion of Miss Judith Hearne ...
Authors: Jane Rule, Alice Munro, Anne Tyler, Marilynne Robinson, Jane Smiley, Edith Wharton, Nancy Mairs, David Sedaris ...
Movies: 12 Angry Men (Henry Fonda), Some Like It Hot, Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf, Harvey, Donnie Darko, Places in the Heart, A New Leaf, Same Time Next Year ...
Music: Elvis Costello, Elvis Presley, Melissa Etheridge, Louis Armstrong, Rolling Stones, Beatles, John Lennon, David Bowie, Bruce Springsteen, Harry Chapin, Tori Amos, Sarah McLachlan, Patti Smith, Janis Joplin, Erasure, Alanis Morissette, Sophie B. Hawkins, Liz Phair, even (oh, God) Shelby Lynne, John Mellencamp, Tom Petty, Tears for Fears, Meredith Brooks, Talking Heads ...
(And lately, for some reason, I've been listening to Fergie and Lady Gaga on You Tube???)
All-time favorite soundtrack: Jesus Christ Superstar.
Food: Italian, Chinese, and basic steak dinner: a filet mignon (minus the bacon), baked potato, salad, warm bread. I used to include the alcoholic beverages I most preferred with these foods, but in the last year I have become unable to drink. I feel something akin to alcohol-poisoned after imbibing so little as a quarter glass, sometimes even just a few swallows. I mourn this loss appropriately while marveling at its mystery. I mean, what? Did my liver/kidneys just quietly slink off somewhere to die without even the decency of leaving me a note? The scumbags.
I also spend a lot of time thinking about your profiles. And when I do that, I often find myself shaking my head. While either smiling or tsk-tsking to myself. Or reaching for my virtual red-ink pen because I want to copy-edit you so badly.
I also like to think about what I would order as my last meal, you know, if for some reason I was on death row and got to choose. But it's no contest. After going through a lot of gluttony of listing practically everything I've ever liked, I'd end where I began with food, with my first love. Spaghetti with meat sauce, my mother's recipe.
Considering how I would end up on death row is not a question I like to think about.
Also, I absolutely love that the next section "I'm looking for" starts with "everybody" for me. I laugh every time I see that. Makes me feel like I'm either Mr. Magoo (I loved Mr. Magoo! I *miss* Mr. Magoo!) or entirely clueless. Or frighteningly desperate. Or insanely insatiable. Hmm. I'll stick with Mr. Magoo.
But the reason it says that is that I changed my settings a while back to include women, because I would like to make some more women friends in Austin (and more women pen pals everywhere); currently, the majority of my friends are men.
And I hated like hell putting an age limit in my settings, but that's there for the young guys, because babies I am not interested in being your cougar. Younger women can ignore that; it doesn't apply to you. Well, the age limit doesn't apply; the lack of interest in being a cougar does.
Oh, and it probably goes without saying, but if you're a woman, whether you're married or single is irrelevant to that filter setting.