I'm stoked to be moving to Seattle in couple months. Living in San Diego at the moment, but should be touching ground up North by mid-august. Doing grad work in Mycology and Soil Science.

Even though signing up for Plenty of Fish feels like taking the freeway exit that says "This way to Hell", I'm checking this website out to kick to door open to meeting some cool people ahead of time before the move. I wouldn't be disinclined to have some good times in California before I leave. If you're a local, feel free to hit me up before summer's over.

Also, I do drink. I checked "no" on that survey question because I don't like the option of "socially". I don't drink excessively, but like to employ a casual ****tail hour. I don't make a plan of getting smashed on the weekends, nor do I take habit in getting smashed on the couch watching the "Real Housewives of New Jersey" at home by myself on a weeknight, although both have equal potential to happen. I mean to imply them both as a rarity. Most often I like to have a beer in bed with clean sheets reading a good book or crappy obscure dissertation. I consider "So Long and Thanks for All the Fish" a good book. I consider "A Brief History of the Poly-Cotton Blend Pantsuit" a crappy obscure dissertation.

I'm Canadian. So yes, I can drop the "eh" in casual conversation and can walk through ice and snow in stilettos. (Thanks Toronto) If you're the type who is apt to fall inlove with a woman out of sheer admiration of her metabolic audacity, I eat brown sugar bacon every morning and save the brown sugar fat to baste my steak with later.

I'm looking for a man who can slay dragons. Or interested in how mushrooms can save the world.

Side note: my hair doesn't always look like a Post-Ziggy David Bowie. But right now... okay I'll give it to you ;)
Side Side note: Casual ****tail hour wasn't meant to be dirty. Plenty of Fish, get your mind out of the gutter! I'm going to go do some ****ing around my leaky windowsill now. Oh, I am going to**** that leaky windowsill so hard.

Ghost-ride the whip? Cop a feel?