Weight: x+16, which is actually quite impressive since I've been around the Craft Services table far too much.
An interesting thing has happened. I had my first crush in a LOOOONG time. It lasted almost a whole two days before I realized that the subject of my crush was exactly like all of the other crushes I've ever had in my life that led to exactly the same problem: the guy's secretly kind of a jerk.
Apparently, I have a type. What I call "blond as babies" coloring, not overly muscular, well-spoken, professional, educated, and someone I can banter with. Then, without fail, the combo leads to being a bit of a jerk.
Exhibit A: within a few hours of conversation, having realized crush was semi-interested as well, I discovered he was a writer who wanted to talk about studying abroad in London in front of people who didn't have passports while talking about buying the new iPad 2. What seals the deal is that he also wore running shoes that can track your heart-rate, etc, but he doesn't run. Turn off...
So is this the sad truth: do I only like jerks?