How do you stay modest and describe yourself? Here goes...
Born and raised in Oklahoma City, left for Purdue University after high school where I got a BS and MS in aero and astro engineering. Also played a couple of years of soccer freshmen and sophomore years (right mid freshmen, goalkeeper sophomore), also lived 7 months in New Zealand during undergrad (study abroad).
After grad school I left for sunny California. Lived in Hermosa Beach for the last 5 and a half years while working for a DoD contractor in Redondo; just moved to OC about 5 months ago for a new job. So far I'm liking OC, but I'll have to admit, it was a lot easier to meet people back in Hermosa. My new job is great and it's pretty cool that my dog has his own yard now (he's that handsome fella in a couple of my pics, named after my favorite book, The History of Tom Jones, I call him 'TJ', if you've read it, I'll get a little weak in the knee, only known 3 people to have read it in it's entirety).
Here's the run-down:
- I don't so much love, but am 'in love' with soccer, been kicking a ball since before I could walk and I'll be kicking it still when they put me in a wheelchair.
- Also play tennis, run a lot (I'm a fan of the half-marathon, 26.2mi is just masochism), and love beach vball.
- I have, what one might call, high energy levels (I have the metabolism of a hummingbird). Unfortunately, while I inherited massive energy levels from my dear mother, I also inherited the attention-span of a hummingbird as well, thanks mom.
- I will shamelessly admit, my dog's my best friend (eat me cliche police). If my friends want to go hiking, beach day, camping, or just hang out somewhere, the question is often: Does this place allow dogs?
- I wish I knew how to play a guitar. I have one. It looks cool. Just don't know how to play it.
- I like adrenaline... A lot. Skydived (is that right? skydove sounds weird) in New Zealand, also did the 3rd highest bungy jump in the world (the Nevis aka 'nervous' highwire). Been scuba certified since I was 14. And I have a knack for finding the perfect cliff to jump off of, especially at Lake Powell. Next up: kite surfing and [solo] skydiving, and learning how to cook (my roommate has given up on me).
If you want to get down to brass tacks, here it is: I'm not a macho man. If you're looking for a tough guy, a 'fist-pumper' if you will, look....... further. I'm the youngest of three and my big bro and big sis taught me the immeasurable value of being able to take a punch (I personally think they oversold the point), and deliver one if necessary, but I'm not out to prove myself to anyone.
Not to sound negative, but for all you girls out there that say, in one form or another, "I'm just looking for a nice guy"... no you're not. What you're really saying is "finding a 'nice guy' is... let's say, somewhere on my priority list, possibly in the top 10". I'd venture to say most of you wouldn't know a 'nice guy' if he punched you in the face (metaphorically... with kindness... a nice guy would never...). Anyways... Point being, I think I'm a nice guy, I strive to be anyways. Are you honestly looking for a nice guy?
If you say "looking for a nice guy" because you've just been unlucky enough not to find one in this Mecca of d-bags called LA/OC (sorry Cali, if douchebaggery were in the Olympics, you'd be holding gold atop the podium, with Jersey at your right fist-pumping to his silver medal, slicked back hair, and crappy music; and off to your left, Texas, Florida, and Ohio wrestling for bronze)... if you've only had the displeasure of being surrounded by this awful stereotype, I apologize on behalf of those jokes, and assure you, I'm not that guy.
What I'm looking for... someone that can keep my attention. Seem simple?