“If I could write that way, I'd be lunching at the Algonquin.”
I am a senior software engineer at the University of Chicago, specializing in mobile and personal devices.
In the end, I'm looking for someone I can wake up next to and tell her she's beautiful. Every day.
Everybody wants everybody to be simple, good guy or bad guy. One of us, or one of them. People aren't so simple. They shouldn't try to be. They should be open, or at least kind, to those who turn the litmus the wrong color. You get to disagree with me. I want a woman, not a Stepford wife.
Write if you're still with me.
I’m back into improv after a few years’ absence. They tell me I’m brave.
I am beloved of my daughters. I dedicated books to my late ex-wife and my ex-mother in law. That makes me a success.
My dentist tells me I have the saliva of a teenager.
I can roll my tongue.
For an Episcopalian.
(B) Manos: The Hands of Fate (MST3K, Rifftrax, and restored); 12 Monkeys; Magnolia; Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind. The Marx Brothers, The Thin Man series. Most Bogart. Virtually all of Kate Hepburn.
(C) Community. Mr. Robot. Orphan Black. The Americans, The Blacklist, Person of Interest. (I like my entertainment just like my women — dark and confusing.) I can explain how astonishingly well-written Buffy the Vampire Slayer was. (Saying so may be a rule-in or rule-out criterion. And that I know the singular of criteria.)
(D) My iPhone has a lot of folk and singer-songwriter. Gilbert & Sullivan. Too much bubblegum. I stream classical, early, and alternative.
(E) I like homey things, plus Anglo Chinese, Anglo Mexican, Anglo Japanese, Anglo Middle-Eastern… you get the picture. “Delicacy” is a codeword for “nameless horror.”
A computing/writing/communication device.
A place of work I can commute to on foot.
Work that helps people feel less lost in the world.
My relationship with caffeine does not bear inspection.
You are looking for your complement.
Geeks much preferred, or women who like them.