First things first: to hell with the internet. I'd rather be meeting you at a film screening or on a dance floor. But I just moved here, OK? I'm not a miracle worker. That said:
You're awesome. All of you. Zine writers, office jockeys, wage slaves, feminist dreamers, spurned lovers, happy slackers, fireball overachievers, foulmouth bartenders, shy bookworms. I've dated my share of women and been friends with more, and believe me what I say this: y'all are the most priceless batch of humanity the world's ever seen this side of the Bronze Age.
We should have a drink.
My ideal spitfires are as much at home in a lab coat as in pinstripes, and love nothing more than to rip the balls off the patriarchy with a middle finger and a smile. You very likely have many, many stories to tell, punctuated by gut laughs and sly grins. You may also know how to pick a lock with a hair pin, and how to create ball lightning in a microwave.
Airheads and fools, whose creative output could fit on a matchbook, need not apply.
You should know that I've an open relationship, with a wonderful girl in another city - so we can both see other people, as long as we're adoring and honest with each other. I'm simply on the lookout for some enjoyable cohorts, while I'm here in grad school. Although if you like girls, as well, she might like to meet you eventually. It's win/win!
I've been described as 'equal parts affable and acerbic,' which is a fancy way of saying that I'm a smart-ass with a heart of gold. I come from a family that, in all their geeky glory, has been described as 'Norman Rockwell by way of Wes Anderson and Sid Vicious.' And I tell true stories that some newcomers refuse to believe - ones involving crocodiles in bathtubs at 66th and Racine, salt mines in Poland, and bands of transsexual carpenters in Mississippi.
We will gallivant, make merry, and suck the marrow out of Montreal's bones. We'll raid museums like Raiders of the Lost Ark, and cut a rug to music that isn't crap. We may very well get sucked into every bookstore we pass like it was a black hole. Bookworm pride!
And if you are the woman from Run, Lola, Run, I'm already yours.
- Location: Mile End/Plateau
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