Intellectual, pensive, serious, thoughtful book worm. Also known as cerebral. And on the flip side, completely outrageous. Also, with a big heart. And a strident sense of humor.
Empiricism is a cherished virtue for me; I am disturbed by people who believe otherwise.
I spend most of my time writing fiction and for a living write for magazines about health care. Writing a novel poses vexing challenges when meeting people. They always demand to know when I'll be done, where's my agent, where's my publisher. This irritates the pants off of me. One day, I'll find a way to steer them away from such questions and get them to focus on the process, not the product. I consider myself an artist first and foremost and seek people who understand and value artistic expression over commerce.
I went to Columbia (2001) for English and creative writing and almost minored in psych as well.
I took up dancing five years ago on a whim and now am in class almost every day. Thus far performing has amounted to Broadway Bares the past two summers.
I'm a very urban sort. Grew up in Seattle, been in NYC for over a decade and have done stints in LA and Paris.
I'm really into cooking. I heart Martha Stewart's cook books.
I took 10 years of piano as a kid and used to be really into Bach, but don't exactly see a place for a mini-grand in my apartment.
I heart aging actresses sans surgery: Hellen Mirren, Meryl, Diane Keaton, Judy Dench, Susan Sarandon, the Redgraves, Kathy Bates. (Sorry, Jane Fonda, tough luck. Faye, Faye, Faye...why?)

Points go to those who are bright, funny, irreverent, creative and who can quote movie lines. And to those who can communicate, both verbally and textually, in full, grammatically correct, punctuation-rich sentences, or even paragraphs.

A large vocabulary is a plus (supercilious, vicissitudes, maudlin and obsequious are favorite words). As is an appreciation of acerbic wit, at the very least, and a propensity for silliness. No Republicans. Seriously.

If you say "I don't read" in your profile, we won't get along. I actually once went out with someone who didn't know who Shakespeare was. I thought I was going to throw up. My ears are also uninclined to prick at the words 'regular' or 'ordinary' to describe someone's personality.

Pet peeves:
Pleated Pants.
Astrology.
People who walk slowly in large groups in Midtown.
Those chipper people with the clip boards who double team the sidewalks--fascist philanthropists.
The peculiar phenomenon that people who frequent sites such as this invariably use the word "definitely" in their emails and almost always misspell it.
Marianne Williamson.
Mattress commerials in general and Lindsay Wagner in particular. Fuck her and her back pain.
People who, upon learning where I'm from, tell me with a wistful daze how they've heard how lovely Seattle is, but have never been.
The expressions "I have no idea" and "How do you really feel?"
The lawyer who tells you how he couldn't do without his secretary and then says, "She's great. She writes poetry," as if knowing a single personal detail about the poor woman humanizes her enough to give him an excuse to keep ordering her around.
Dreadful trends: skinny jeans; scarves worn in-doors.
People who jump rope in the middle of the gym floor.
People who describe things with a lack of specificity.
Conspiracy theorists.
The euphemism "Happily Partnered."
Discussion about "flushing out toxins" and the "master cleanse."