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Interested In:
Dating Men, Friends
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Member Since:
Jun 2003
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Hometown:
Rockland County (North of New York City)
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Patrick's URL:
http://profiles.friendster.com/643938
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Other education:
Columbia College, Columbia Law School
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Occupation:
Lawyer
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What I enjoy doing:
Travel, cookies, politics, visual art, baking (cookies), modernism, the neo-futurists, satire, and I also like cheese.
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Favorite Books:
Joyce, Nabokov, Coetzee, Baldwin, Burke, Auden, Hollinghurst, Larissa Lai, Maryse Conde, Ian McEwan, US Weekly
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Favorite Music:
Nina Simone, Blur, Coldplay, Radiohead, Missy, Nina Hagen, Lou Reed, Bowie, Jay-Z, Classical, Opera
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About Me:
When I was in sixth grade I was quite shy (a symptom of my only child-ness). We were reading a short story set in Paris and Mrs. Barish (my teacher -- she had very orange hair, wore too much red and had multiple moles on her face and neck) asked for a volunteer to read aloud. In my own mind, I had a bit of a flare for dramatic reading and thought this would be a good opportunity to become less shy and more liked by the cooler kids in the class. Besides, if I remember I wore a hyper-color shirt almost everyday in sixth grade, so I was likely emboldened.
In retrospect, I have no idea why I raised my hand, but I did. Let's say, in a moment of 11 year old self-betterment, that I raised my hand to be less shy.
I read fine for about 3 minutes until the word "oui" appeared. Taking it in stride, and even adopting a French accent, I bellowed "oy" as haughtily as I could. "OY OY said the man..." The class erupted in laughter. I have no idea how everyone seemed to know how to pronounce this word, but alas. I even spent a glorious 3 seconds believing that they were laughing with my adorably horrific French accent, alas again.
I am no longer shy and these days I know how to pronounce "oui." I don't care what the cool kids think, and I still enjoy reading aloud. I no longer wear hyper-color shirts (unless it's a holiday) but I still do silly things without really knowing why. Thankfully only sometimes do these flights of fancy result in public humiliation (unless I am wearing a hyper-color shirt, and then there is no avoiding public humiliation).
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where he was giving a dramatic reading
of the second and third Harry Potter
books. In between Chapters 17 and 18
of the third book, he performed a
contemporary Irish jig, accompanied by
a trained spider monkey playing
cymbals. I hired him on the spot.
is. He has excellent taste, charmed distain, a
flair for the dramatic, and a deep appreciation
of beauty in all of its forms. He makes you feel
lovely and sophisitcated merely by being in his
presence. And then sometimes, if you're lucky,
he tells an off-color joke that makes you think
he's just a regular guy after all. If by regular
guy you mean near-genius in sneakers.
would trust the job of Philospher King.
Intelligence and heart. I'm saying his
kung-fu is strong, but he continues to
use it for the power of good, no matter
what den of black-suited legal ninjas he
lands in. I love Patrick dearly.
drinking coffee and crossing his legs
and writing emails to people for the
sole purpose of mentioning again that
he's in europe, patrick would probably
put up a picture and unleash his
hotness upon the greater friendster
community. in lieu, i will say that
PWP is sharper than my gillette venus
razor. he is a regal gent who whips up
puns using highbrow allusions no one
else gets. he'll organize a wine-and-
cheese party in your college dorm room
that has puke-colored berber carpet.
and best of all patrick is a saucy ho.
seeking a lewd discussion of male
anatomy over date-rape-strength long
iced teas? it's pat.
smart, cultured, witty, well-read,
promising, and stylish this man is, but
instead, I will bestow a compliment I
know he will value highly:
Patrick is almost cool enough to be
European.
intelligent, well-educated and well-
traveled and he is the first person to
drop everything and bring over a bag of
oreo's and a bad romantic comedy when
you are feeling blue (and then make you
laugh so hard you nearly choke on the
oreo's). he is wonderful, and truly one
of the most loyal people i know. i can
not live without patrick, i'd sooner
give up steak.