Looking for a girl who makes everywhere I go fun. Fun by virtue of us being there, making sly observations, laughing at absurdity, inspecting the wares, sharing inside jokes. I want to see all the wonders of the world, but I'm looking for somebody who is almost (almost) as interested in stopping randomly during a rambling road trip to check out the world's biggest ball of belly button lint.

Besides belly button lint, I'm interested in bombarding my brain with as much cool stuff as possible before I buy the farm. Poetry, art, music, food, books, debates, dance classes, films, festivals, colors, new languages, crying, laughing, spinning, wondering, staring at nature, touching unusual textures, etc. I really want to travel, but I would rather live in a foreign country, one spot, for a week or two rather than hit a gazillion touristy places in that same span of time. Rent an apartment. Shop at the local markets, become friends with the natives, play tennis and get drunk with them. Likewise, at museums, I tend to stare at certain paintings for a long time. I'm an optimist but I'm not afraid of seeing the ugly in the world. I am deeply committed to understanding the world as comprehensively as possible. You know, the "truth." If you are, too, we'll never run out of things to talk about and make fun of. Laugh to keep from crying. ;) Speaking of laughing, I think I could watch people falling and getting hit in the crotch non stop for a week. Thank you, AFV.

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I hope to have a loud chaotic household (quiet families who hide from each other in their rooms, watch too much TV, don't talk a lot... that's hella creepy), full of curious, active, feisty children who sometimes frighten me by how smart they are (like Tavi G). I want to have a humongous mission style table, big enough for 30 people, and invite artists, writers, dancers, and thinkers over for long, drawn out, whiskey-fueled, perhaps even contentious dinners that end with loud music, clapping, singing, and dancing.

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I have 4242 songs in my iTunes from over 700 different artists. The latest additions, from the past 5 months, are Lissy Trullie, Domino Saints, Anuhea, Diane Birch, Jennifer Hudson, Empire of the Sun, Taxi Amarillo, Phoenix, Dan Deacon, Rick Ross, Serani, NeYo, Laura Izibor, Major Lazer, Federico Aubele, Trey Songz, Love and Theft, Bomba Estereo, MGMT, Black Kids, Gossip, Hali Cali, Klaus Nomi, K'naan, Langley Music Project, Mayer Hawthorne, Raekwon, Girl Talk, The Bird and the Bee, The Pains of Being Pure at Heart, The Fiery Furnaces, and Raphael Saadiq. I like almost anything performed live. Except drum circles.

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I feel like athletic means 6 pack abs. So I put down average. I'm not a waif. I'm not built like a tennis player, or so I've been told... whatever that means. I'm currently trying to get into ridiculous shape so I can survive some tournaments.

The "I am looking for" section, too... It came down to "long term" and "dating," but I feel like it has to start with a date. It's like asking somebody who just entered a restaurant if they're there for "a table" or "to eat."

FUN FACTS:

- I am a mammal.
- Places I've lived 3 or more years: Korea > Japan > Michigan > New York City > Los Angeles
- If I had to describe myself with just one word, it would be "good with numbers."
- Went to art school. Dropped out. Went back to school, majored in English Lit and Screenwriting.
- My sweat doesn't have a smell. I give off almost zero body odor.
- Was the first person in the world to flip off the camera while getting picture taken.
- I'm glad I never went through with plans to tattoo "Nickelback Rulez" above my butt.
- Contrary to internet rumors, I did not invent the Snuggie.
- I hate Nazi's. Please don't contact me if you're a Nazi. Or worse, voted for W twice.
- I think murder is wrong and I'm not afraid to say it.
- The song Row Row Row Your Boat sends me into an existential tailspin.
- 7 years of classical piano training.
- I'm a Virgo, and was raised by an awesome Italian dude. Love ya, Dad! And Mom!
- I once walked through a glass door. Windex is the devil.
- I have the strength of 300 infants.
- I've been known to wear up to 2 different pairs of pants on the same day.
- I once went a whole year without eating foie gras.
- New Yorker at heart.
- If I had a choice between having herpes or winning the lottery, I would choose winning the lottery.
- I can't dunk a basketball. If that's super important to you, the man being able to dunk, then sorry but I'm not for you.
- I hate getting my picture taken.
- My longest relationship lasted 6 years.
- I've never slow danced with a Samoan postal worker.
- I'm too serious sometimes. :(

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I'm an editor, but I moved here from NYC to pursue a career writing for TV and Film. Editing is great. I get paid very well to do something I would do for fun. As for writing, I'm a writer. It's what I am. But I've been so lazy. What else? Despite my long profile, some might describe me as being quiet. I like to observe. But because of what I do, I've had to develop a gregarious side, and I'm really happy about that. I like meeting people. It doesn't bug me out the way it did when I was a bored kid growing up in the midwest. I'm genuinely interested in almost everybody I meet, and I'd rather listen to them than talk about myself so I just follow my natural impulse to ask questions. So simple. What else? Oh yeah. I've been doing the whole LA dating and flirting thing. A few months ago, I realized I didn't want to be 70 and not be able to talk with the love of my life about all the stuff that happened in my 30's because I waited until 45 to settle down. So much more fun to talk about the past with people who were there with you, right? I want somebody to make memories with. Somebody smart, ethical, cute, and hopelessly, tragically, unconditionally in love with humanity. I'm getting to that age where love songs that used to make me want to vomit are suddenly resonating in profound and embarrassing ways. Yeah, if there's nobody there to share it with, what's the point? And I'm not just looking for a business partner with benefits, somebody who compliments me on paper and thinks our ambitions coincide. I want the kind of relationship that has the power to completely destroy a person. A connection that transcends rational explanation, time, space, unicorns, Burt Reynold's mustache, blah blah blah. But really, I can't tell any of that from a profile. Maybe you smell funny. If I send you a message, I find you interesting. Aside from that, no expectations. And I mean that in the best way possible. :)

I'll pick you up in a borrowed car and you immediately notice that the Gold's Gym tank top I'm wearing clashes with my pleated jean shorts. You smile and ask me what cologne I'm wearing and I tell you that I'm not wearing cologne, what you probably smell is my psoriasis ointment. I drop you off at the food court of Costco, you say "chivalry is not dead," and I say "get in line." I park the car. I buy a hot dog, we split it, and we sit there chewing to the music of pigeons cooing. Costco pigeons, the most audacious birds in the world, they are watching us. Several approach. It is now the Last Supper but with pigeons, I stare at each of our 12 winged apostles. I think I know which of them is the leader. He will be the first to go if they become aggressive. They scare you so we leave. In your profile you said you love spontaneity so we go to a junk yard to look for lawn mower parts. If we happen to see some empty bottles along the way, we'll pick them up, or maybe we can be go-getters and turn over some trash cans. All the while I'll be talking about my crystal meth addiction and how I'm going to beat it one day. Later, at Ralph's, our hands touch as we feed the empties into the recycler change machine. Sparks. Don't forget the gas money. I'll zero out the odometer when I pick you up so I don't overbill you.