How about we… sit outside and get to know each other over some margaritas.
How about we… drink good beer and eat Murray's cheese.
How about we… shoot pool (or play ping pong/shuffleboard/Scrabble/chess) and listen to live jazz.
An awesome place I've visited:
Mauritius, where my mom's from. Chicago, where my dad's from.
My perfect Sunday:
Sleep. Get up. Sleep some more. Go out and do stuff. Not necessarily in that order, though. I'm flexible like that.
The movie I've watched the most times:
Happy Gilmore or Zoolander. They're always on basic cable! (And hilarious.)
My life history in 5 sentences or fewer:
Born/raised in a DC suburb, moved here for work within a month of finishing undergrad. Love playing and watching hockey. My latest work in progress is learning how to play guitar, which I started about two years ago. It's never too late, right?
My first concert / My dream concert:
First: Bonnaroo Dream: Muse, Metric, Arctic Monkeys, Black Keys... something like that.
Obscure knowledge I possess:
Scrabble words and hockey trivia.
I have a weakness for guys/girls who:
aren't afraid to be themselves, and can write well.
For me, a first date no-no is:
Kinda general here, but if we're not smiling or laughing for at least parts of it, that's not a good sign.
What I would bring to show and tell:
hockey jerseys from the various teams I've played on throughout my life, all with their own associated stories.
I secretly want to be:
A professional dodgeball player.
An infatuation of mine:
Matt Bellamy's mad skills.
If I won the lottery and quit my job, I would:
put some of it away, donate a bunch of it, take care of the people that have taken care of me, then get started on the bucket list.
I want to come home to:
the smell of bacon (real bacon, though, not just that bacon-scented perfume. Or worse, turkey bacon).