• Headlines from major Internet portals make me feel embarrassed.
• Plasticwear unresisting to tomato stains makes me shake my head in disgust. (I also have about 1000 lids and about 50 containers.) My dishwasher eats them.
• If you haven’t tried black bean hummus, do so. Dip with anything – pita, bread, tortilla chip, finger – and repeat.
• I love and loathe shadows.
• I believe 50% of all art is a sham.
• I feel funny whenever Tim Gunn tells the contestants they can choose accessories from the Bluefly Gallery (or get them made up in the Loreal salon). Product placement/sponsor overload.
• Self-proclaimed Mango, Watermelon and Clementine addict – we’re talking tons.
• I’m baffled by men's body spray commercials – and men's body spray in general.
• The Wendy’s girl is a spooky stalker-type of girl, and her grammar is an atrocity.

LIKES: Red raspberry preserves, mangoes, picking berries in random farm fields, roasted almonds, bubbles in the kitchen, cilantro, a fresh haircut, British accents, Triple Word Scores, spicy salmon rolls, Bukowski, dusk, cucumber salad, vanilla stoli and club, trying to ignore Philadelphia sports disasters, adding a slice of lemon, an hour-long professional massage, confidence, enough money to be comfortable, a nasty curveball, fresh sheets, Into The Wild Soundtrack, art, granola, fresh perspective, wicked grins, cats n' dogs, thin crust, people who smile and say hello for no reason, catching the crosswalk light just in time, the old Can't Buy Me Love (Totally chic to totally geek), the movie ONCE, freshly brewed real iced tea, toy stores, wheatgrass juice, diners without dead flies in the windows, jazz, food shopping and a giggling girl.

DISLIKES: Commercials that make men look like bumbling fools who should keep their mouths shut and just fix the sink - and the ones that make women matronly homemakers who love anything that comes in pine or lemon scent. (But I do love the ones where women dance across the screen because they've found a yogurt that keeps them regular.) When a cashier hands you change with the coins resting on a bed of bills. It's cumbersome. Just do it in a two-part series bills (into pocket) then change (repeat). People in supermarkets who have drowned themselves in perfume or cologne. If I were not gagging, I'd say something. The expressions "it's all good" and "don't even go there" - brutal. Kids in coffee shops. And kids in coffee shops on wheels. People who drive around a fitness center lot for 10 minutes looking for a better parking place, nudging me to lumber to my vehicle faster. And of course, the ridiculous names they give birth control pills. Yaz? Seasonique? C'mon.

Oh, I see they want my taste in music, which, as everyone knows, is the foundation for any strong relationship (ummm?): I'll just mention a few I'm into right now - Daniel Powter, Brett Dennan, Let's Go Sailing.

Final Thought: Is smoking a prerequisite for this site? I never saw so many "occasionally"s.

Final Final Thought: I have a Wok I never use. It's huge, and just gets in the way of all the other pots, pans and what not. Why won't I get rid of it?

For a first date, my ideal scenario would be something 3-dimensional.
I think that's a solid primary objective.

Also, I think an ideal first date includes aliases, wearing sunglasses, meeting at a hotel and calling each other by our middle names. There may be delectable spirit-infused beverages there as well.

Secondary ideas: We meet in the History section of a bookstore. We meet in an apple orchard. We meet at a jungle gym. We have a staring contest before uttering our first words to each other. We makeout in a dressing room at the KoP Mall. We have a glorious sushi meal. We go on a $10 shopping spree at Toys R Us. We take ballroom dancing lessons. We take surfing lessons. We discuss the wackos from our past. We just go for a country drive. We bake cookies. We eat cookies. We play Connect Four. We behave. We misbehave. We take a nap.

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