I'm able to reach top shelves in a single stretch. I've been known to entertain myself inside my head, without external stimuli, for hours at a time. I sometimes get hungry, but don't feel like eating. I have mastered the fine art of catching spiders in a cup and taking them outside. I've been quoted in the New York Times. I like to fly by the seat of my pants...when I'm wearing pants.

I like to scare off potential dates by talking about not wearing pants?

And let's get this out of the way: the 'separated' status isn't wishy-washy, it should say VERY separated. 3000 miles separated. No bitterness, no animosity, no baggage...it just didn't work out. So, on with the show...

My hands wield super powers that are too astonishing to fathom. I've been commanded by the Flying Spaghetti Monster to share them with a deserving woman.

As a close-to-downtown PDX dweller, I'm currently experimenting with not having a car. We'll see how long that lasts. A motorcycle may be the next purchase.

No car and a reckless thrill-seeker? Yep, just lost some more prospects. Carrying on anyway!

Years ago I bought a copy of -The Art of War- and I have it displayed on a shelf in my office. I've looked through it a couple of times, but haven't read it yet. Maybe I'm putting it off because reading it might make me a more ruthless character? But maybe ruthless is something to aspire to? Dunno, you tell me.

I appreciate great actors. I admire great artists. I idolize great musicians. I worship great singers.

I was an art major in college, mainly because, though music was my passion, it was much too intensive for my easily distracted brain. With music, you actually had to hit the right notes, which ain't easy. With art, you could turn in a ball of ear wax and get an 'A' as long as you could explain it with; "Yeah, it represents how we often don't hear the screams right next to us." Art is almost as much about creative writing as it is about the actual work. Not that I ever turned in a ball of ear wax...

Ear wax? Oy! Last nail in the coffin, mate.

Oh, and my user name isn't a reflection of my ego. I used to be a comic book nerd. Ah what the hell, I *am* pretty fantastic!

References available upon request.


You:
Inquisitive and assertive. Sometimes bold, sometimes shy. You're 84% skeptical, 16% gullible. You stand on your own but aren't afraid have a little backup. You enjoy super-powered hands, height and vocal chords.

Bonus: you possess your own super-powered hands, height and vocal chords.

We'll just have to see how the mood hits us. Beverages and/or snacks in a casual, cozy but well-attended setting is probably a good start.