Where do we even start? Are you at a point where you're pretty closed out of the Book of Firsts and want to write your Book of Seconds? Because I'd like to understand that and your story some more.

I wake up early and find myself reading about the Armenian genocide because of some op-ed in my feed and even I think, "Wow, it's way too early for something this depressing." I wake up to my cat and still listen to music on noise-cancellers because I'm just that self-conscious about being a loud neighbor while I dance and sing around. I love finding people who sing and dance to themselves in grocery shop aisles! I love grocery shopping with someone even if my younger colleagues at work groan at how it's such an old people thing to like! I like singalongs on long drives and arguments about fundamental philosophical differences on human nature and being silly with trying to bake things from bake-off and failing and trying to make a new recipe a week.

Some Fridays, I wake up and check my calendar and if there's no plan, I just look at Maps and my bank account and randomly pick a place to drive to or fly to and often times it's a drive to places where I know someone I haven't seen in months and I just go. What's the point of all this time if I'm not enjoying it? So, for no reason other than a dinner with a friend, I'll go to LA for who knows how long (probably until work says, "Hey, we need you on-site for some meeting, can you come in?") Then, I'll make my way back up before anyone even knows I was gone.

I like understanding people. Great conversation is my baseline, people who are able to talk with passion are amazing (even if they're not passionate about something yet). Even if we just have a coffee or a boba (no pearls, please) I hope we can walk away with a slightly greater understanding about just being alive.

Moments Most Me:

• Taking red pen to designs and discussing color theory and font choices while vexed that the card I'm designing for my friend's negative pregnancy test is missing a little bit of something
• Long drives with YA Trash audiobooks, the next concert(s) I should buy tickets for, something dark on Hulu (like You're the Worst), travel podcasts because someday I'll finally get a passport and go to Japan, or something British (or just James Acaster's books or Cold Lasagne Hate Myself 1999 or every kind of Taskmaster because Jenny Tian was great)
• Writing like a madman on some keyboard I built because it's on my checklist to eventually submit something to The New Yorker, even if it never gets published, or I'll present it at an open mic or slam even though the best part is the anticipation before the first time you've done it and the five seconds before your mouth opens and you realize, "Public speaking? Hell yeah, I can do it."

Tl;dr: 30/M, 6'0, lives in East Bay / works in SF, great with words and emotionally intelligent, you should say hello!