45 Toronto, Canada
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My self-summary
I've been called charming and creepy, smart and stupid. I suspect I'm more complex than can be expressed in this little form box. As we all are, no doubt. (Except that guy listed above me, posing topless next to his Camero. He's not that complex...)
Despite what you read in this profile, I can occasionally be serious. We'll get along better if you can occasionally be less than serious.
What I’m doing with my life
Well, at this particular moment in time I'm updating an essay about what I'm doing with my life. More generally I do research on organ transplantation. Just to be clear, that is a job, not a hobby. I don't hang out in cemeteries.
I’m really good at
Flying. But only for very short periods of time. (The secret is to fall but miss the ground....)
The first things people usually notice about me
You're people. Maybe you should tell me. What WAS the first thing you noticed about me?
Favorite books, movies, shows, music, and food
Why ruin the mystery? We'll need something to discuss on our first date. I did try to watch Twilight to see what all the fuss was about. I tried but I failed. I still don't know what all the fuss is about. I guess I'll never truly understand the mind of an adolescent girl... (That's probably for the best.)
The six things I could never do without

(Yeah, OK. That last one was clearly an obsequious suck-up answer. But in my defence... No, there's just no excuse. I'm sorry.)
I spend a lot of time thinking about
The Cadbury secret. Hmm, someone's at the door. I'll be right ba
On a typical Friday night I am
Doing typical Friday night stuff. Whatever that is. I tend to go with the flow. Saturdays tend to be more lively, frankly. Don't get me started on Wednesdays...
The most private thing I’m willing to admit
I killed JFK. I didn't mean to. I was sitting, minding my own business on a grassy knoll while enjoying my 2nd amendment rights by cleaning my rifle. Then BOOM! The damned thing just went off. (Safety tip: never clean a loaded rifle.) There was a big commotion and before I knew it they were dragging off some poor shlub who was stacking books at the repository. I was going to explain the whole misunderstanding, but after the shlub got killed I decided it might be better if I just walked away. Crossed the border into Canada and here I am.

Was that too much information?
You should message me if
You've found me at least mildly amusing, you're a really smart woman who doesn't mind getting her silly on, you find me at least mildly attractive and/or you'd like to spend a traditional Jewish Christmas with me: Chinese food and a movie...