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CouchSurfingOri

32 / M / straight / Single

Austin, Texas

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Explanation of me.

Screw it. I don't care if my personal info is on here. If someone really wants it, they can get it -- that, and I have nothing to hide. I'm a tiny bit of a ham, and a little bit egocentric -- how many people will tell you that up front? I'm also very caring, and really damn good at understanding people. When I plan a surprise, people cry (and I'm not talking about booby traps) 'cause it's usually very personal (so, they're good tears). I can cheer people up, I can (and often do) come up with very elaborate (or simple- if that's what it takes) solutions to solve my friends' personal or business problems. I'm semi-classy (and getting classier as I age), but I hold on to my childish nature-- enjoying crassness, adventure, adrenaline, and horrific groaner jokes (What do you call a cow that just had an abortion? Decalf!). I cringe at bad grammar. I like to laugh, I like to make other people laugh. I'm fit... I'm kind of like a big dog... they're cute on the couch, but are happiest running around in a field, playing fetch... and of course eating a nice steak.

I was a workaholic, but never realized it. I thought it was just my overwhelming love of learning. I can be found studying marketing, programming, psychology, writing, etc... on a daily basis. I love taking on projects that require learning to complete. Get paid to learn, right? When I discovered that work had sort of sabotaged my last relationship (which was quite good- I was just too busy working on pointless stuff to realize it), I took immediate steps against it, and have not had any problems since. I've taken up piano lessons, I'm in the gym daily, I'm spending time on here, and I'm watching tv on occasion even. I've even changed my career direction to something that requires less time. The whole realization though had made me learn a lot about relationships.

The next girl will have quite the awesome Ori, as I've realized that I enjoy making others happy, and now I learned what giving attention means, being nice, acknowledging an effort a person made (wow babe, you look really great tonight! Did you straighten your hair? Smell nice too!) -- listening.... But, there-in lies the problem. I learned I need to provide additional attention, but now I have no one to give attention to. Which makes me look (feel) like a perv/stalker/clingy type because I'm pretty happy to meet people. I've been single for 2.5 months, and I've been working most of that time. I'm trying to meet more people now, to get out of the house if nothing else. So... just because I ask to meet, doesn't mean that I want to jump your bones... I'm even (a tiny bit) shy at 1st. You might have to make the 1st move. But if you're friendly, and just want to hang out, go running through the woods, or adventure... try writing me a note. I'm a change from the usual, but that doesn't mean I'm crazy (at least not in a bad way).
Screw it. I don't care if my personal info is on here. If someonereally wants it, they can get it -- that, and I have nothing tohide. I'm a tiny bit of a ham, and a little bit egocentric -- howmany people will tell you that up front? I'm also very caring, andreally damn good at understanding people. When I plan a surprise,people cry (and I'm not talking about booby traps) 'cause it'susually very personal (so, they're good tears). I can cheer peopleup, I can (and often do) come up with very elaborate (or simple- ifthat's what it takes) solutions to solve my friends' personal orbusiness problems. I'm semi-classy (and getting classier as I age),but I hold on to my childish nature-- enjoying crassness,adventure, adrenaline, and horrific groaner jokes (What do you calla cow that just had an abortion? Decalf!). I cringe at bad grammar.I like to laugh, I like to make other people laugh. I'm fit... I'mkind of like a big dog... they're cute on the couch, but arehappiest running around in a field, playing fetch... and of courseeating a nice steak.

I was a workaholic, but never realized it. I thought it was just myoverwhelming love of learning. I can be found studying marketing,programming, psychology, writing, etc... on a daily basis. I lovetaking on projects that require learning to complete. Get paid tolearn, right? When I discovered that work had sort of sabotaged mylast relationship (which was quite good- I was just too busyworking on pointless stuff to realize it), I took immediate stepsagainst it, and have not had any problems since. I've taken uppiano lessons, I'm in the gym daily, I'm spending time on here, andI'm watching tv on occasion even. I've even changed my careerdirection to something that requires less time. The wholerealization though had made me learn a lot aboutrelationships.

The next girl will have quite the awesome Ori, as I've realizedthat I enjoy making others happy, and now I learned what givingattention means, being nice, acknowledging an effort a person made(wow babe, you look really great tonight! Did you straighten yourhair? Smell nice too!) -- listening.... But, there-in lies theproblem. I learned I need to provide additional attention, but nowI have no one to give attention to. Which makes me look (feel) likea perv/stalker/clingy type because I'm pretty happy to meet people.I've been single for 2.5 months, and I've been working most of thattime. I'm trying to meet more people now, to get out of the houseif nothing else. So... just because I ask to meet, doesn't meanthat I want to jump your bones... I'm even (a tiny bit) shy at 1st.You might have to make the 1st move. But if you're friendly, andjust want to hang out, go running through the woods, oradventure... try writing me a note. I'm a change from the usual,but that doesn't mean I'm crazy (at least not in a bad way).
Explanation of me.