Remember when I started Sunday Showcase and we had a new one EVERY WEEK? That shit was cool. Here’s the thing though, kids… I don’t seek out Sunday Showcase participants. I don’t ask specific people to send in links to their profiles. YOU have to submit YOURSELF.
C’mon, you’re awesome. Clearly, you’re smart — you read Date Wrecks! You’ve also likely got a wicked sense of humor and a killer collection of whatever sort of thing it is that you collect. The world should see you!
More importantly, the whole point of the Sunday Showcase is to show all the Wrecks out there that it can be done, the right way. Online dating isn’t that hard. Prove it! Send me a link to your profile. You should understand that your Date Wrecks family might have some pointers or constructive criticism for your profile, so don’t submit if you can’t handle that. I don’t let any comments on Sunday Showcase posts through if they’re mean-spirited or attacking in any way. Mama bear’s got yer back, man.
Alright, on with it! It’s a lady!
- Pride Parade, pre-sunburn
- How fucking hipster is this picture
- I'll never take a photo without a wind machine again
- Before the rockstar party
- Dig the socks
27 / F / Bisexual / Single
My Self-Summary
I moved to San Francisco from Chicago six months ago without a job or a place to live. Depending on the time of day, this seems like the most freeing, awesomest thing ever or the scariest / stupidest. Recession, smecession, I says.
I get up at stupid o’ clock to do yoga 6 times a week. I would walk everywhere if I had the time. I want to talk to you about politics and sex and ayurveda and The Bachelorette. I’d rather play sports than watch them. Impulsive, playful, prone to writing essays on the history of foot fetishism. I’m just as likely to read The Onion as Cosmo as the NY Times. I’m a masochist, but more intellectually than physically. Ambitious, perceptive, like to keep moving. I feel that doing the dishes can be soothing and meditative. I hate when people put either their pets or babies on the phone for me to talk to. I wish I spoke more languages. I wish I read more poetry and less politics. I think vocabulary is sexy. And juggling. I’m willing to lie about how we met.
I am punny, pithy, and fucktacular
What I’m doing with my life
Trying to get my mom to stop saying “expresso”
Tweeting/blogging for Mother Jones magazine, writing promiscuously about everything from bars to plays to films to sex toys. I also write a dating column for After Ellen, called The Hook Up. I heart when people send me sex/dating questions.
I’m really good at
Finding the silverware drawer in people’s houses, spontaneous road trips, improvised dance moves, some gems include “The Lawnmower” and “Choreographed Boxing”, making omelets, limericks, love letters, unintentional grimacing, knock out, ping pong, Scrabble, and punning.
The first things people usually notice about me
Probably my hot-for-teacher glasses
Though once someone told me, “You have a really expressive ass.” And I wasn’t even impersonating Drew Carey!
My favorite books, movies, music, and food
Books are my dominatrix. I frequently go back to Lorrie Moore, Sherman Alexie, Sandra Cisneros and David Sedaris but I also submit to Inga Muscio, Jhumpa Lahiri, Stuart Dybek, Cherrie Moraga, Audre Lorde, Alice Munro, Kurt Vonnegut, Shirley Jackson, Barbara Kingsolver, Michelle Tea, Marjorie Garber, Junot Diaz, Michael Chabon…
Music: I’m currently in love with Regina Spektor. I like music I can shake it to. Predominantly, I listen to indie, but I also like a lot of bad pop music – Justin Timberlake, J. Lo, Evanescence. Also Sufjan, Decemberists, Amy Winehouse, Bob Dylan, Mahalia Jackson, The Smiths, Ace of Base, that Montell Jordan song “this is how we do it” um Portishead, oh and I think I love Janelle Monae now.
Movies: most Wes Anderson (but not Life Aquatic), Kissing Jessica Stein, The Secrets (Ha-Sodot), Christopher Guest, Groundhog Day…and French films about trains.
Food: anything vegetarian that someone else cooks for me
The six things I could never do without
good salsa, a pen, words, orgasms, touch, coffee
I spend a lot of time thinking about
Why two men who know each other on the bus/train/movie theater refuse to sit next to each other and proceed to shout their conversation from two or more seats away. Is it because they think people will think they’re gay? I just don’t get it. Amy Goodman. Sexuality. Country songs I could have written based on bad dates. “When the Rug Burn Fades, What Will I Remember You By” (Copyright: LezBiAnna) If I’ll ever memorize more than six chords on guitar. Puns, I have a blog devoted to them. For serious. Should I take up break dancing…
On a typical Friday night I am
Two-fisting rusty nails down at the local cockfight
The most private thing I’m willing to admit
I find the smell of Subway bread intoxicating. Also, I’m hard of hearing. Don’t take me to a death metal concert.
I’m looking for
Guys and girls who like bi girls
Ages 21-40
Near me
For new friends, short-term dating, activity partnersYou should message me if
you live in or very close to San Francisco. (Jake or Maggie Gyllenhaal, you are exempted from this)
you want to show me an awesome dive bar where they only speak Russian and old men will take their fake eye out for you (or equivalent)
you are giving away a drum set and/or free lessons
you want to give me a book deal (one can dream, yeah?)
Alright, so I’m not gonna lie. She’s one of my writer friends (how lucky am I?!), so I can’t be totally subjective, but I think she’s clear about what she’s looking for and because she’s not seeking anything super serious, she keeps her profile light. Lots of great little jokes or surprises stuck throughout that make it easy to keep on reading.
I think she sounds like she’d be fun to be stupid with but also a perfect person to sit and talk and be interesting with. It’s hard to find both of those things in a person and even harder for a person who IS that way to communicate it.
Your thoughts?
