I really am forty-five and yes, I do look just like my pictures. (I'm half Japanese. Thanks Dad.)
I can write backwards, upside down and upside down and backwards.
My grandmother used to peel grapes on the front porch in California while wearing a fur coat.
I was accepted into the Film MFA program at Columbia but never matriculated.
I value honesty over kindness.
An emu once bit me.
My mom was an Air Force officer and flight surgeon in her early 20s. She used to barbecue with delivery forceps.
I am relentlessly curious.
My 6th great uncle was The Venerable Samuel Rolleston, Oxford scholar and Archdeacon of Salisbury. He wrote a book on poop with a special bonus essay on outhouses. It's still in print and available on Amazon Prime.
I am Jewish and Sephardic.
I can land an axel on the floor.
I live in Williamsburg and work in Manhattan.
I can't shuffle chips, but if you can, it's hot.
I dream of a world where chickens can cross the road without having their motives questioned.
We might be a match if:
you have positive canthal tilt. Or not.
If you have integrity and a central locus of control,
if you're unusually intelligent,
if you value quality over variety,
if you value honesty over tact,
if you're romantic and can allow yourself to be vulnerable,
if your word is your bond,
if you have insight into your mind and motivations,
if you're looking for someone you could fall in love with,
if you value beauty in its many different forms,
if you appreciate irony,
AND (not or)
if you're good-looking....
I'm looking for quality, not variety or quantity. It only takes one.