How about we… Go to some random Russian restaurant in Brighton beach, then the Cyclone. First car. Um, maybe Cyclone before food...and drink.
The movie I've watched the most times:
Hudsucker Proxy. Brazil.
My life history in 5 sentences or fewer:
Tricycle accident at 3; scar remains.
Obscure knowledge I possess:
The Great Molasses Disaster of 1919.
For me, a first date no-no is:
I want to be with someone who wants to be:
An infatuation of mine:
weird historical events.
One thing my mother would want you to know about me:
My parents have this factually untrue story they love to tell. In their version, I wanted to paint my room black when I was 14. Ok, that part is true. Apparently, their response was, "You can paint it black, but you will have to repaint it white when we move." There are several reasons why this is factually and just plain logically incorrect. 1) I would never have been daunted by such a lame threat. 2) This was the first I had ever heard about us moving. I had absolutely no reason to buy into this story. 3)