The most important thing in my life right now is my job. I teach a self-contained classroom for emotionally disturbed children (3rd through 5th grade). I love the sense of purpose it gives me, the intellectual challenges, and the relationships I am privileged to build. But, the best part of my job is the hugs—no matter how stressful things are there is always someone close by to grab and hug. Ideally I’d like to meet someone who also likes his job, because I just think it’s kind of a drag to be around someone who doesn’t like what they do all day. (Disclaimer: I wrote the above a few years ago, and while I still mean every word of it, I am on leave from teaching due to a back injury I sustained in January breaking up a fight. Right now I am keeping myself busy with private tutoring and babysitting). (And now I'm trying to save that edit but this stupid thing won't let me unless I tell it how ambitious I am. That's an incredibly dumb question. I'm not ambitious because I'm doing exactly what I want to do)
Random other things that I love: Music (all kinds- but if you don't like Otis Redding, don't talk to me. You have no soul.), my kitty cats, podcasts (Stuff You Should Know and Skeptic's Guide to the Universe are my favorites) , history, The Muppets, Dr. Who, doggies, moral compasses, Star Wars (I only acknowledge three movies), T.S. Eliot, National Geographic, Christmas, my mommy’s macaroni salad, reading to children, board games, I am thoroughly tickled by how many men on this site are "searching for a real woman" (full disclosure: I am a robot fabricated from head to toes, so I have to pass on those fellows), my headphones stuck in my ears, popular science junk, my brothers, pajamas, correct apostrophe usage…there’s more but this is grueling.
I hate soggy French toast and undercooked bacon. I seriously hate hair gel. And hippies. Sarcasm is a thoroughly misused word. Irreverence is awesome but meanness is not. I hate touch screens and am getting a bit surly about buttons going the way of the dinosaur. Electronic roses are creepy. Ed Hardy has douchebagged all over men's clothing. If you want to talk about how the Whig party met its end over slavery, or how Wilson segregated Washington D.C., I gotcha. But that's as close to current politics as I am willing to get. Yoga is completely boring. I hate reading e-mails from people who can't be trusted with capital letters, the number 4, and the word "you". Ur is an ancient Mesopotamian city, "you're" is what you want when you type the contraction of "you are".
I am fairly tolerant of other people’s foibles—and given the fact that I have several myself, that’s rather necessary. Let me get a few out of the way, because these might be deal breakers for some of you and I’d like to make sure nobody’s time is wasted: I smoke-- but not around non-smokers or in public places (except bars) because it makes me feel guilty. I’m a terrible housekeeper. If I didn’t walk to and from work everyday, I would never get any exercise--so if you're a hiking, camping, 50 billion sport playing, no qualms about showing off your bare chest in your profile picture sort of person, umm, we're probably not going to mesh. I don’t drive at all—no license, never had one. If one of your hobbies is going to Burning Man or blowing glass... **** off. I also believe that it is fine to end a sentence with a preposition.