About Me
Hi there! You can call me Shay. What can I tell you about myself...I'm an enigma, within a puzzle, inside a mystery, wrapped in bacon and deep-fried.
I've been involved with the arts my whole life. Studied music and philosophy in college and was considering becoming a concert pianist. Instead, I went into film after school. After a couple of years, I got tired of LA and moved out to New York, where I have been living the past 5 years, where I received my oh-so-prestigious MBA, and where I got into directing opera ("Oh you fancy huh?"). After getting sucked into the world of finance and working for a hedge fund, I decided life's too short to waste on things you're not passionate about, so I went back into film. Unfortunately, that meant eventually having to leave my beloved NYC and returning to LA for my career, which I did a few weeks ago. I am NOT one of the many doe-eyed, struggling artists that reside in this city. My craft gets me steady work, and I consider myself lucky to be able to live a very nice lifestyle doing what I love. Now I'm looking forward to discovering all the cool things LA has to offer. (Recommendations welcome.)
I work and travel a good amount and meet some truly terrible people in "the biz" on a regular basis (occupational hazard), so I thought I'd give this a go. Looking for someone positive, that is comfortable in their own skin, enjoys the arts/cultural activities and partying equally, is an engaging conversationalist, geeks out occasionally, and understands that life is too short to muddle through.
First Date
You are on a skyscraper rooftop being chased by your horribly toolish zombie ex-boyfriend. I'm holding on to a ladder hanging from a burning helicopter that's been hijacked by a velociraptor. I hold out my hand and grab you, leaving your dweebish ex (seriously, how did you ever date that douchebag!?) fuming as we fly off. We climb up the ladder, into the helicopter, where I engage in a slow-motion fistfight with the angry dinosaur. He corners me, but just as he's about to finish me off, you hop into the pilot's seat and say some totally badass last line like, "You're extinct," and turn the helicopter so that he falls out, dinosaur mini-arms aflailing. Then, you land the helicopter in front of a Yogurtland, we grab some yogurt and, if we click, some drinks afterward.
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