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I can’t help myself… I am totally biased on this one. I am hopelessly head over heels for this gay man. Seriously.

You decide.

: Those lines? Yeah, those are lines of brilliance, shining forth.

: I NEED NO CAPTION!

: Half geek, half photoshop aficionado.

: Dramatic half-in-shadow picture. Be amazed.

: Why, it's me and my Fender!

29 / M / gay

I am geeky, gregarious, and devious

Self Summary:

I’m half software developer, half linguist, and half bad at math. I like stupid movies and insightful books. I’m geekier than I ought to be, and not half as cool as people think I am. I like cake. And popsicles. Live life, smile at strangers, die young when someone takes it the wrong way. Good times.

I’m hopelessly addicted to cigarettes, other leafy green substances we light on fire and enjoy the smoke of, good single-malt Scotch. I like red meat. I watch the History Channel all the time.

I cried when Kurt Vonnegut died. I met him once, at a book signing. No one else showed up when he was scheduled to arrive because of a marketing issue.

I dislike adverbs on principle. We have thousands and thousands of words. Instead of saying he “said quietly” you can say he “whispered.” Words should be accurate.

“Unique” never gets a modifier.

I like toast.

What I’m Doing With My Life

I live in [city withheld], and work in [city withheld] (for those new to the area, that’s a solid 30 mile drive each way), so a not-inconsiderable amount of my time is dedicated to work type things. When I’m not doing those revenue-generating activities, I’m writing, or playing video games, or just spending time with my thoughts.

I believe in the necessity of a capricious life. 5 years ago, I wasn’t the same guy I am today. And, frankly, in 5 years I hope to be a new guy again. My personal growth (and growth, in general) I think is too easily dismissed as passing fancy. I want to do something new and terrifying frequently. Keeps me on my feet.

I’m really good at

Making people think. Briefly. Then making them laugh. And then kicking them in the fucking knees for laughing at the joke about how their grandmother died of tuberculosis.

The First Things People Usually Notice About Me

My height. I’m giant. Then I take off my hat. No hair. Freaks people out. Either I’m a skinhead or have leukemia. Fuckers.

Aside from that, you’ll likely notice that I’m wearing a cardigan. I love them. I cannot explain it, nor will I attempt to. But I have many, many cardigans, of myriad colors.

My favorite books, music, movies and food

I can dig on anything well-written, well-acted, well-performed, and well-presented. That’s the cheap answer to a question that I don’t think has any business being asked. It’s a question that you get asked on a first date, and it’s one I’ve strongly resisted answering.

If you know someone who answers the question, “what’s your favorite music,” without pausing, reflecting, contemplating, and then eventually kicking you in the nards, then you’re talking to someone that doesn’t know that art forms exist to give expression to emotion, and thus cannot be effectively quantified as a collection of X concepts and Y rhythms.

The six things I could never do without

1) A good pen.

2) Good paper.

3) Someone to massage my thighs and tell me I’m a good boy.

4) A subscription to Time Magazine

5) A nice chair

6) Okay, I ran out of things after #2.

On a typical Friday night I am

Friday nights are relegated to having a home-cooked meal with my two good friends. It started out as a math night (if you can believe the utter geekiness of that), but gradually, over the period of over 5 years now, grew into a night where we share the evening, not out at a restaurant, but in one of our living rooms, with hearty meals and good conversation.

And video games.

Suffice it to say that going out to the club is not something I’m likely to do, on a Friday night or otherwise.

The most private thing I’m willing to admit here

I swear to you, my life is an open book. Unfortunately, it’s a very long book, filled with intrigue and subtlety. So rather than spend the next 50-60 years typing here, I’ll be out there, living my life and writing more intrigue. Ask me anything, I’ll let it be known.

Hell, ask me something and then recommend I put it in this box–I’ll even do that.

You should message me if

You think I’m an asshole. Or not. Or whatever. Maybe we’ll have a spirited argument. Maybe I’ll shank you in the eye with a broken whiskey bottle. Maybe we’ll have sex for 30 hours straight while traveling by train from Seattle, WA to Portland, ME. Whatever.

So, I’ve already worked out the details — if, by next summer, I’m still single (and likely even more cantankerous), I’m going to move out to where this man lives and stay with him and his boyfriend… Indefinitely. I think it’s got “sitcom” written all over it. Geeky gay couple takes in flighty single mother and child. Hilarity ensues.

Seriously though, I love profiles that read like this. I was so delighted when he offered his profile (after I asked for it, what? Like four times?) for the Sunday Showcase.

So what did you love about this profile?