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Most of the time I have no clue as to whether a girl is into me or not...you know, unless I really know. 'Remaining mysterious' sort of sounds like a game, though, and I probably wouldn't be so keen on someone if I discovered they were playing shy on purpose. Show a little interest...it can't hurt.
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I'm awed every single day by the natural world around me, so I do my part to be conscious of the dangers facing it. I recycle as much as I can, I refrain from using plastic bags whenever possible, I ride my bike more now than I used to (though still not nearly enough). I'd say the mountains - and nature in general - are enough to make me a little outspoken about protecting the environment.
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Ten essentials that every man should own? Yikes. I'll get completely panned for this...but here goes.
1. A good pair of boots.
2. Raw denim jeans, fitted by a tailor.
3. A timeless pair of sunglasses.
4. A traditional baseball cap.
5. A real wallet (preferably leather, or with leather accents).
6. Enough solid-color button-down shirts to last one week.
7. A weekender bag that complements your style, whatever that is.
8. One tie that you can wear with anything you own (this is a bare minimum).
9. A portable device and a pair of (good) headphones you can use to listen to music.
10. Socks and underwear you won't mind showing to new people. -
1. Facebook
2. Home phone lines
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Self-improvement is masturbation, right? And since I love to masturbate, I spend a lot of my time writing. I pick up odd freelance jobs in my spare time - some of them unpaid - just to help myself get better at all different forms of writing. I find that it helps, and I've improved a lot because of it.
I also like to reflect on my behavior every week and think of things that I could improve about myself. That helps a lot too. -
I've been happy for a long time. I have a job that entertains and challenges me, a family that takes very good care of me (even though I try to be as self-sufficient as possible), and I live in one of the most beautiful places on earth.
Lately, though, I've been happier than ever. -
I'm not truly proud of anything I've written yet. I think I'm still in a very formative phase, and I know that for a lot of writers it takes decades to really create something they're proud of. One day, I hope I do--but my guess is that because of the type of person I am, I'll never be truly proud to call a piece of written work my own.
For now, I'll stick to being content with growing as a writer. -
Ha. I can think of a couple things. This is a really strange question to ask someone in a public forum though, especially since I don't write a sex column. Plus, I haven't had enough partners to ensure that whatever I write isn't obviously about a specific person...and that the person wouldn't potentially come across this and know I was writing something private about them.
So...pass? -
Chris/25/M/Denver
Just kidding. But really. What stats are you asking me for? -
It sounds dumb, but I really like who I am. I have plenty of challenges and a drive to overcome them; I want to be a better person on my own volition; I believe that good things will happen to me in the future based on who I am today. Being someone else is sort of a cop-out.
But, if I had to choose, I might be Brad Pitt. Nobody else can rock that stupid beard he has right now and get literally no shit for it. -
In 2007 I was inspired to write a travel book for college students. I had planned to leave America for six months and essentially work up destination recommendations based on anecdotes (i.e. I'd tell people to go to a specific hostel based on the experience I had there).
I never went. I ended up taking a full-time job at Motive - which is amazing, don't get me wrong - and still haven't done the kind of travel I want to.
The concept for that book is no longer in my wheelhouse, but I'll write a book about something eventually. -
I'd probably relive my freshman year of college. I learned a ton then, and I discovered plenty of things that were previously foreign to me. I'd relive it because then I could have never started smoking and because I could have had another year of not caring about anything at all but fun, friends and girls.
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So emotionlessly abused it needs to be in a women's shelter. WOW. That was out of line. Onward.
My penis is the same color as the rest of my skin. It's pretty standard as far as I can tell; of slightly more generous size than what I'm told is 'average' (by the internet). It's circumcised, which I'm pretty stoked about. I use Anthony for Men body products to keep it clean. Unlike my face, it's never been in movies.
I can't describe this anymore. You want to find out? Get me drunk, or take me on a date. -
I get about 50% of what I wear altered at tailors all over town, but honestly, I've never taken a pair of shoes to a Cobbler in Denver. Something about believing that shoes gain so much character when they wear down, I guess...but Westword has an article about the city's best option: http://www.westword.com/bestof/2008/award/best-shoe-repair-749443/
I sincerely hope you were not asking me about the other, more pastry-like cobbler (a la peach or apple). -
I think the most memorable place I've been is the French Alps. I went during college, with about 50 other skiers and snowboarders. We stayed in Chamonix, in a little hotel at the base of Mont Blanc. I went to ski, but once we got there it was about 75 degress in town every day and the snow was a little rough, so I ended up spending a good part of a week sitting at little cafes in the town, getting sunburned, drinking beer and wine, smoking (really expensive European) cigarettes and people-watching in the shadow of the most amazing mountain I'd ever seen.
Second to that would have to be the KOA Kampground in Cheyenne, Wyoming. 10 or so of my best college friends went there and had an incredible night, during which I managed to convince myself that climbing a billboard on the side of I-80 and destroying the print on it with a hunting knife was a good idea.
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Chris Reinhard’s Bio
Juxtaposed between rock stars and rocket scientists, I struggle joyfully to write myself into history.

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