I am a stranger in a strange land, to rip off Heinlein. I am constantly elated and/or frustrated by people, and I don't see this changing. I have a career that I am pursuing, a job, and soon a car, but I am still kind of lost. I am not the alpha type with all his ducks in a row, even though my ducks are actually lining up nicely. I think a lot about things, everything, and am sensitive while sometimes still coming off as arrogant. Sometimes I am arrogant.
I rewrote this profile because the earlier one was too slick, too polished, too un-me. I talk a lot and run a lot as a result. I am often found to be insufferably funny. I am sometimes unbearably cruel. I am stupidly loyal and good to those few I love, and offhandedly manipulative and charismatic to those I merely like. I don't hate anyone.
I love art, music, and literature. The only time I ever cry is for those things, or when a son loses a father. I hate the idea of men crying. I don't hate people but I hate concepts and abstractions. I hate Modern Art, and if I were to hate anyone, it would be Andy Warhol. I often violate my own absolutes. I hate Andy Warhol. I often chairdance to music videos, and I engage total strangers in conversation on the bus. I once gave a meth addict tic tacs because methamphetamines make your breath smell bad - probably from the rotting teeth. His breath smelled like it could eat through a bank vault. The tic tacs didn't help, even when I gave him the whole pack.
I am looking for a girl who is kind. Kind, and gentle, and strong and fierce, and lots of other things that can't coexist but do anyways. I don't care what you look like, because my desire is fueled by character, not breasts. I do like breasts though, but not in a crass way. Half crass. Two-thirds, tops.
I seem to attract unusual people, which is good. The usual don't interest me much. They don't see through me. I am very evasive and eloquent. I am also very humble. I am probably smarter than you. I hope that isn't the case. My desire is also guided by big brains, because brains are sexy as all get out. I sometimes use archaic words/phrases because I love language and don't want any part of it to die or be forgotten. If I had my way, nothing would die, ever. It wouldn't get too crowded because the Universe is actually increasing in its expansion rate. Edwin Hubble discovered that. I sometimes read Wikipedia for hours when I can't sleep. Sperm whales are the largest of the toothed whales, and can dive to depths of over 2 miles down. When a sperm whale dies, an entire ecosystem forms around its corpse. Hundreds of animals living for years off of the whale's corpse. Is it morbid to think that cool? I think that is pretty ****ing cool.
I am a big fan of the unplanned-downtown-wandering-adventure-date. Exploring book stores, spotting celebrity look-a-likes, inventing tales of romance and adventure between unsuspecting tourists, these are a few of my favorite things. However meeting for coffee or a movie is always good too (even though I don't drink coffee).
Update: My new idea for an adventure is making sandwiches and giving them to homeless people in exchange for their life's story. I have always wanted to hear their tales, and would love to have someone along for the ride.