How about we… meet for drinks somewhere equidistant and swap terrible puns while trying to not feel awkward.
How about we… go to a cockfight!
An awesome place I've visited:
Amsterdam! Sydney! Istanbul! Peoria!
My perfect Sunday:
Sleeping in; being cuddled awake; other things; breakfast involving bacon; the NY Times crossword puzzle; a nap... and that's all before 2 PM
The movie I've watched the most times:
My life history in 5 sentences or fewer:
I was not born male. Oh, wait, I read that as "5 WORDS or fewer" - Born in Michigan, lots of reading all my life, undergrad in Atlanta and grad in Dallas, one kid born in 2000, ghostrwiter/editor/strategist career, brief residences in Canada and Turkey, now in exurban Missouri and withering from boredom.
My first concert / My dream concert:
First: Willie Nelson on New Year's Eve in Dallas, 1986. Dream: XTC in my living room.
Obscure knowledge I possess:
Competitive origami (not kidding); fencing; blowfish; governmental RFP processes.
I have a weakness for guys/girls who:
Wear glasses and shirts with buttons.
For me, a first date no-no is:
Not letting me split the tab. Or asking me "If you were a car, what kind of car would you be?"
What I would bring to show and tell:
This weird gadget I have (which I'll bring on our first date) that over 400 people haven't been able to identify - including myself.
A story you should remind me to tell you on our first date:
The guy with the huge facial mole who worked at my local 7-11 - and its mysterious disappearance/reappearance.
I secretly want to be:
I want to be with someone who wants to be:
Force-fed by a former chef.
An infatuation of mine:
Hoarders. Also, crossword puzzles. And face transplants. And so many other oddities.
If I won the lottery and quit my job, I would:
Move to Traverse City, Michigan, and revel in the seasons.
One thing my mother would want you to know about me:
My mother has been dead since 1973, so I guess she'd like you to know that I have a longer life expectancy than she did.
I want to come home to: