About once a year I remember my old days of serious serial online dating and wonder if Mr. Mr. happens to have posted his profile, just in time for me to be single again, which is about every 3 months these days. While I have finally decided to remain single forever, I surfed my old nerve profile Evan had put together for the TechTV online dating special a few years ago out of curiosity.
The profile had the required two sections, "About me" and "What I am looking for in a person". Normally these are empty paragraphs about your dog or the thread count of your sheets (a totally tacky detail I never understood including). Mine however was for TV, so it was very different. In an attempt to showcase e-cyrano.com's service for the special, he had me fill out a 4 page questionnaire as well sit through a few hours of conversation before he came up with this snapshot of me.
Wow, my life is totally different now. Reading it made me a little sad. He had taken a photo of a much younger girl who I missed in a way. Not that I would want to go back at all. I really love how much I have grown in such a short time, and goodness knows the carnage between there and here is something I could never relive, but it was at this very optimistic point where I had just quit Gamedaily to pursue a career in game journalism. It was pre-Yahoo, pre-depression, pre-GT, pre-Sean, pre-Andrew, pre-Frag Dolls, and most certainly post-paycheck...
Anyway, I was interested to find that while the description Evan had written of who I was is now totally irrelevant, the description of who I am looking for has not changed a bit. Funny.
About Me:
I'm gonna go out on a limb and say that I'm the only 29 year old South Carolina native in San Francisco who has roommates that are both 1-year-old and 72-years-old. I rent a room in the Mission with a large Jewish family, and not only have I learned a lot from the experience, but I get the occasional Shabbat dinner on Friday night. I'm a risk-taker. I ride a motorcycle. I recently quit my job as a webmaster in order to pursue bigger and better things. I came out West with $300 and nowhere to stay and somehow find myself with the best support network imaginable. We may only hand out hotdogs at Burning Man once a year or share an occasional whiskey at the Latin American Club, but it's comforting to know that I've got lifelong friends across the globe. And since I try to take at least one big trip a year - Guatemala, Spain, the Caribbean, Florence - itÂs good to have a place to stay. I think the world is a huge soap opera and 'The Economist' is my very own Soap Opera Digest. I get my news from the the paper, but my career keeps me reading Wired. My favorite book of the last year was "The Corrections", my favorite movie was "Lost in Translation" and my favorite music is old school, whether it's Willie Nelson, Roberta Flack or Stan Getz. I aspire to be a jazz singer, performing old standards in smoky bars, but right now I relish my role as a court-appointed advocate for a foster child. And while I've avoided using any adjectives, my friends would tell you that IÂm one of the most adventurous, open-minded and high-energy people they know. For example, my New Year Eve consisted of 5 parties and 29 straight hours of dancing. Hmm...Maybe we already met
What I am looking for in a person:
I'd say "I'll know him when I meet him," but that doesn't really help you any, does it? Okay, here are some suggestions - not prerequisites, capisce? Take me salsa dancing at Pier 23 on Wednesdays when the Cuban band is playing. Sit down at a blackjack table with me at the CalNeva Casino. Join me for dominos at the German bar over a glass of Riesling. Wake me in the morning to go to La Coroneta for a shrimp and mushroom plate with refried beans (and an extra pint to go). Stay up to watch the sun rise after listening to funk records on vinyl all night. Pay for one movie, stay for three on a rainy Saturday afternoon. Make me miso soup and rent Dream a Little Dream for me. Hide Bit-O-Honey candy bars around the house for me to find when I get home from work. Come on a motorcycle ride up Mount Tam. Hop in a cab and drive around town until we find that house with the amazing Christmas decorations. Support me (before, during and after) when I sing at Martuni's. Bonus points for a practical guy with a tax deferred retirement plan. I buy my clothes secondhand and can travel on ten dollars a day, but it's nice to know that one of us is thinking of the future.
