Hi,
I'm Jeff. Remember how when you were a kid you could walk up to another kid and say, “want to be friends?” They’d say “sure” and the deal was done. Cool concept, yes? It’s a shame things aren’t that easy in the adult world. As I sit and stare at my computer screen thinking of ways to make my life sound interesting, exciting, and attractive… I can’t help but miss simpler times. Do YOU want to be my friend?

I'm a Colorado native. I’ve never lived anywhere else but I don’t think I would want to. Denver is a pretty fun place. I work as a critical care RN and I LOVE my job! I am constantly meeting new people, tackling complex problems, and working with my hands. Also… wearing scrubs is basically like getting to wear pajamas to work. I highly recommend it if you have the opportunity.

I am a part time grad. student working on my nurse practitioner's license. I like to run 10Ks and the occasional half-marathon (when I’m feeling masochistic). I am a great lover of live music, especially in the rock genre, and I try to discover new bands. I could definitely use a concert buddy if your game. I’m a bit of a trumpet player myself, though mostly just out of fun and old habit. I consider myself a film buff. Many a great night has been had on my couch watching NetFlix and drinking a beer. I also enjoy camping and mountain biking when the season is right.

I am fairly close to my family. My parents and my brother and sister's families all live in the metro area. I have a bunch of nephews and nieces that are pretty fun to hang out with. My brother has suggested that I exploit them to meet women… hence the photo of Owen. Should you feel the need to message me and tell me how cute he is, please do so.

I have many goals in life. I’m looking to advance my career and personal knowledge base as well as challenge myself intellectually in my work. I’m looking to make new friends and to date new people.

An embarrassing moment from my childhood:

I can remember taking Karate lessons in 2nd or 3rd grade. The coolest kid in my grade was into Karate and I guess I wanted to be like him. At a group lesson with a very intimidating Chuck Norris type instructor, I developed the very strong urge to go to the bathroom. I should have asked for permission, or simply dismissed myself, but I didn’t want to look stupid so I attempted to hold it in. I can remember struggling against the desire to pee. “I can make it,” I told myself. “We’re almost done.” With minutes to go, and posed in a fighting stance, I finally lost bladder control. Streams of warm urine flowed down my legs into a large yellow puddle on the ground. All was quiet in the class as the instructor realized what had occurred. I was deeply ashamed and I never took another Karate lesson after that.

I have often wondered if Chuck Norris had to clean up my puddle of urine on the floor. Poor guy.

As fun as all of these tests are, I would rather talk.