My first self-description blurb:
Who I am: a big dork who thinks proofreading is fun, yippee! No, really, I'm a glamorous professional dancer. No wait, I'm an "educator" who thinks Israeli dance is a "gateway to Judaism" or some bs. No, that's not it either. Well, I'm a bookslut; that much is clear.
What I'm doing with my life: trying to get it sorted out on a new side of the country. Dancing and reading; being a dance teacher and a librarian. Trying to learn Hebrew. Looking for love. Looking for me. Looking for a cynical, sarcastic, smart guy who knows the difference between "your" and "you're" but still, deep down, has hope for the world. Ok, has hope for his own personal happily-ever-after.
My second attempt:
I currently love: dance movies and kickboxing; sushi, peanut butter, and ice cream. Being sore from working out, being sore from making out (?). Good puns, bad puns, language jokes, geeky jokes. Reading, Running, Harvard Square, NPR. Israel, Hebrew, Israeli dance. Robert Downey Jr., wandering around a new city, road trips, having a foul mouth, summer, going barefoot. Kisses on my neck, frisbee in the park. Conversations that end up requiring diagrams on napkins. Making a mess, enjoying the mess. Camus, Dostoevsky, John Irving, John Steinbeck. Nick Hornby, Tom Robbins. Eating. My friends, my family, my family-friends. Well-defined shoulder muscles. Christopher Guest movies, but "For Your Consideration" sucked. Wonder Woman. Helicopters. Moxy Fruvous, McSweeneys, Tom Stoppard. xkcd. I'm hoping to love forever: a tall, smart, sarcastic, honest boy who loves many (some? a few?) of those things as well.
Which do you like better? Which is more likely to nab me the Boy of My Dreams (TM) ? Are YOU the BoMD? Do you know him? Can you send him my way, pretty please?