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  • Ages 22–35
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Last online
Jan 22
5′ 10″ (1.78m)
Body type
Mostly anything
Agnosticism, and laughing about it
Virgo, and it’s fun to think about
Working on university
Rather not say
Open relationship
Strictly non-monogamous
Doesn’t have kids, but wants them
Likes dogs and likes cats
English (Fluently), Spanish (Poorly), C++ (Poorly)
My self-summary
Write a little about yourself. Just a paragraph will do.
Recently I came to the conclusion that my name is Nemo, but I call myself Adam. It's something I can't shake. Old habits die hard.

I became an adult at some vague point in the last 5 years and it's thrown a lot of my personality into disarray multiple times. Unsurprisingly, to me anyway, at every stage in my personal development, someone close to me has described me to myself as 'an Adam', and they assumed I'd understand what they meant.

I did.


Keywords to save everyone time:

Heteroflexible, sapiosexual, sex-positive, queer, cyberpunk, transhumanist, polyamorous, open marriage, roguelike geek, pro/hobbyist dev, compulsive reader, minimalist runner, subreddit mod, comedy wrestling referee, recent Doomsday Wrestling World Heavyweight Champion. Well, my character is. More to come if I can think of them. I was listed as bisexual, but I'm a solid 2 on the Kinsey scale and I find it difficult but not impossible to form romantic relationships with other men. So there's that.

I'm in this weird thing with Canda_Panda where we're both basically overgrown children and I'm the one with sparkly anime eyes, and I try to get in time with GraveTexan where our mutual aspirations allow. Poly/open, serious inquries only.

TL;DR, I am pragmatic, progressive, and a Red Mage. I got mad letters for that Myers-Briggs, I go I, I go F, but I mainly go ENTJ.

I'm Adam, and I'm a real person. I've got quirks. I wash my hands a lot, I organize my books by descending size from left to right, I'm fixated on symmetry, and I don't like wearing shoes with laces or anything that I can't sprint in at a moment's notice. It takes me 5 minutes to get ready for work, and a minute of that is making myself get out of bed. I travel light, but I'm almost always prepared. I keep snacks and bottles of water in my car because I know I will eventually forget them, find them, and be fucking elated to have them. I have fetishes for bags and multitools. I spend at least 4-8 hours a day reading blogs, books, comics, tutorials. That may be an understatement.

Mostly I'm just trying to make my niche as a thinking node in the human organism, and trying even harder not to lose myself in the sense of insignificance that can come with that


Here's the unabridged version.

These types of prompts get mixed replies from me. I used to wax poetic, I tend to wax philosophical, but none of that ever really gets the point across. Let me get as real as I can with you.

I could eat Whataburger taquitos every damn day and never tire of them. For a while, I actually did and thankfully, I lost that weight. A lot of it had to do with breaking up with the girl who was feeding me taquitos and getting with another girl who lost her job and lived on my dime for way too damn long. Ever had someone cheat on you with some random internet person from Xbox Live? I'm so glad this didn't interfere with my and my Xbox's relationship.

If you catch me at the right time and place, my accent can go from Beaumont to Alief. I've known a lot of people and I've forgotten about a lot of them, but their mannerisms still stick with me in pieces. If you're just encountering me on the street, my non-regional diction is at the point where I've been told by non-native English speakers that "my English is perfect" and I "sound like a person in a movie" and asked by native Texans where I'm from because they think I'm from the northeast US.

Sometimes I'll wake up before everyone else, wrap myself in the old horsehair blanket my Granny gave me so long ago, and watch cartoons while I eat cereal. I've been doing it for probably the last 17 years. It's one of the few habits that I try to keep from my childhood unaltered, and it's always a sobering moment to look into the black of a television screen and see the hairy man face of the present staring back at me where a still expect to see a wiry, lanky kid.

Up until 4 or 5 years ago, I used to get really excited about a lot of things, but after spending a lot of time either not seeing that kind enthusiasm in anyone else or basically having my interests derided by the people around me, I dialed it back considerably. Naturally, I spent years hearing from everyone I knew that they missed 'the old Adam'. Secretly, I still get just as excited but usually only in front of my brothers, who I know will understand, or mai waifu, who enjoys seeing me light up and go on about nonsense, like analyzing the moveset of Little Mac from the recent Super Smash Bros reveal.

Moving into my new apartment recently, I spent two days on and off the phone with Comcast because our internet service wasn't connecting. When we reached the point that there was basically nothing left to do but call a technician, I hung up on them. I unscrewed the cable and knocked some paint out of it. Nothing. I removed the jack from the wall and cleaned it out with an eyeglass screwdriver. Nothing. I dug through my bin of wires and connectors and pulled out a splitter and tried using that instead of the jack. I'm holding it in my hand with a victorious look on my face and whiskeywhispers, surprised but not at all, says to me, "You just have a random cable splitter lying around?" Without looking away from my task, I come back with, "Damn right. You married me for a reason." She giggles and I continue with a smirk. The splitter is connected. Nothing.
I pulled the cable out of the wall and hooked it directly into my modem. Nothing. So I put on my hoodie and went out back, hoping like hell another tenant didn't come out and make me stop what I was doing to tell them why they should sod off and leave me to what I was doing. I found the junction box, it wasn't locked or anything, pulled off the front, and lo and frickin behold, the cable with my apartment number wasn't connected to a socket. I plugged it in and that was seriously all it took. Well, that and having Xfinity reps make me power cycle my modem repeatedly.

I was called the nicest person in the group recently by a large group of people. It's true to an extent, but it's more political than anything. I resolve conflict and I get things done, I open dialogue and I help people learn, because I feel like most conflict comes from fear or confusion on the part of one or all parties. So I said, "I won't deny this, but I want to clarify that I'm not nice because I believe in being nice to people, I'm nice because I think people are shitty and I want them to quit it." Which is basically true, myself included.

I've kept an old trunk since I was a kid that's loaded down with photos and old keepsakes. I was moving it to my new apartment recently and it had never been so heavy. I chuckled about it to myself at the time, because luckily for me, I'm more than strong enough to carry my own literal emotional baggage.

Clutter bothers the hell out of me, so I don't really react much to stuff, objects. (You'll hear me refer to them as 'artifacts'.) They don't carry much sway with me. I prefer tools, gadgets, furniture: things with presence and use. When I want adornment, I go for meaning rather than flash or pomp. I'm a collector of both curiosities and the curiosity of those around me. In the same vein, I used to be preoccupied, even obsessed with being an interesting person. Having more than established that, my fixation has shifted not to being a person of interest, but to stimulating the interest of others by showing them things they never considered.

When I was in high school, I went with a friend to the apartment of someone else he knew. She was a very mystical person, and she had a deck of very ornate cards with animals on them. My friend asked what they were, and she said to draw one to find out his spirit animal. I thought it was silly, but I had no reason to doubt it, so I took a card.
It was a frog.
I was underwhelmed that it wasn't a bird or a bear or a wolf, something with more grandeur that I'd be more likely to see in Native American art than in black light posters. I looked it up eventually and the frog represents metamorphosis, fertility, transition. It's a symbol of pure growth. I've never questioned it since, through any iteration of myself.

It's been a long time since my essay was this long, but I have a lot of stories to tell. I'll save the rest for when you need to hear them.
What I’m doing with my life
Don’t overthink this one; tell us what you’re doing day-to-day.
Abruptly abandoning the drudgery of quota-based system administration to pursue my passions in development, trying to get in all the quality time with my dad that I missed out on in my awkward adolescence, playing my way through a backlog of games, and making an open marriage work. It all gets easier. I also have aspirations to develop my own games, but it's slow coming and I avoid talking about it because I'm afraid to jinx myself or something.

I spend a lot of my free time acting as head moderator of /r/PixelDungeon, and yes, it is a thing that I engage to an extent that I feel warrants mentioning in a dating profile. I spent the last Memorial Day weekend in its entirety doing my second total rewrite of the flair system. I'm not shy about the fact that I'm a colossal roguelike nerd, and my passion for it is made evident here. (Update: I am totally shy about it. People are like, "Why do you have a tattoo of an @?" and then I have to explain it all and then it turns into me getting way too deep about vidya gaems for someone who's going to make a crack about the @.)

I'm not going to try to pretend I aspire to change the world in some grand fashion, but I'm trying to make things less shitty, bit by bit, one well-thought-out decision at a time.
I’m really good at
Go on, brag a little (or a lot). We won’t judge.
I'm best at learning and implementation. I learn best from experience and I catch on quickly, and that's the root of most of my confidence. It also makes me really handy with instruction manuals or if you're doing anything you've never done before.

Gaming is my biggest passion. It's an art form to me, and I've been doing it for more than 20 years. I try REALLY HARD not to be a pretentious shitbag about it and I can talk about it for hours at a time if left unchecked. The philosophy, the design, the technology, the artwork, there's so much depth to it. As children, we play to learn to be adults, and as adults, we play to remember the child we were. The wisest of us are lucky enough to do both, to grow infinitely younger and older in proportion. The tension, the mystery, the wonder, and the lessons that can be found are innumerable and inexhaustible, and I am determined to know it all.
The first things people usually notice about me
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I'm that guy who ALWAYS looks like someone you know. If you have another friend like that already, he either looks like me or is me. Or you were drunk when you met them. (Edit: This exact thing happened to me at Moon Tower recently.)

I generally keep my head shaved, but while it grows back, I'm developing what my wife calls a "crown of silver" around my forehead and temples. It's only becoming more distinct.
Favorite books, movies, shows, music, and food
Help your potential matches find common interests.
I collect sci-fi paperbacks. Or I did before I started going digital. The few I still keep for the look (and texture, and the smell, oh, the smell!) are mostly Asimov, Niven, Heinlein, Gibson, and Card. My personal spiritual beliefs are based off of the Asimov short story "The Last Question".

I love a good movie like I love a good game or a good book, but I prefer to watch a movie in one sitting, so I don't always have the patience to do so. As a cross-section of my movie preferences: The Holy Mountain, ExistenZ, Sunshine, 28 Days Later, REPO! The Genetic Opera, Reefer Madness, The Running Man, Zombieland, Splice, The Fountain, Miyazake movies, INTERSTELLA 5555, and Speed Racer. I also probably reference Timecop more than anyone ever should, which is to say, "at all".

Music depends entirely on my mood. My top artists on are currently Nero, IAMX, The Black Keys, Placebo, and At the Drive-In. I recently detailed to a friend how the instruments would be organized to perform a bluegrass cover of the Bassnectar remix of Lights. Seriously, it would be overrun with double-picked banjo chords, it would be fantastic.

My gaming habits consist of mostly dungeon crawls, roguelite platformers, and first-person shooters. I play Halo 4 and Minecraft with my dad and my brothers and if you're lucky you can catch me on Steam playing Terraria or Risk of Rain. If I had more of a dedicated group, I'd probably play more tabletop and card games, as I'm a serious Munchkin advocate. I had a play group when I was younger that I used to get in solid regular game time, and it's something I miss on a regular basis. I also recently got back into Magic: the Gathering and if I can find the time this year, I will probably go ahead and try get my L1 Judge certification. I've only wanted to for a decade.

I do most of my TV viewing through Netflix. Even that is rarely now.
The six things I could never do without
Think outside the box. Sometimes the little things can say a lot.
My five senses and my wits. That's six. Unless multiple wits counts as more than one thing. Maybe just my singular wit.
I spend a lot of time thinking about
Global warming, lunch, or your next vacation… it’s all fair game.
Sci-fi minutiae. Picking out the continuity errors in people's statements about themselves. Human flight. Space colonization. What I would do with a real Pokemon, and the implications of the world put forth in the games and other media. (Did you know that Pokemon Black and White actually tackle the ethics of consensual bondage? The entire game's plot is about BDSM.) Trying to understand the scope of EVERYTHING.
On a typical Friday night I am
Netflix and takeout, or getting your party on — how do you let loose?
Playing video games while mai waifu naps or maybe, just maybe, getting out into the night.
The most private thing I’m willing to admit
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I am intimidated by almost everyone for some reason, despite being fearsome in my own right. I am very much like a spider in this regard. I used to be really insecure and awkward, so I always had to be the smart guy to compensate for it. It made me a pseudo-intellectual douche for a long time before I really dealt with it, but once I became aware of it I became incredibly self-conscious about it. This doesn't stop me from taking control of a situation if I need to, but it does mean sometimes I second-guess whether a given person really gives a shit about anything I say or do. If this sounds like depression, it's because it is. I try to be realistic about it.
You should message me if
Offer a few tips to help matches win you over. want to get real about nerd shit. want to crawl some dungeons. want to play Minecraft with me. know how to handle your high, and more importantly, your whole damn life. know/care what a roguelike is. share my religious fervor for procedurally generated content. want to bullshit about indie games, your thoughts on the freemium publishing model, DRM and its implications and implementations, and how much more cyberpunk the world would be if the sky wasn't so damn blue.'re not ignorant, closed-minded, or a general twat. want to go for a run sometime.

Just message me. I'll probably have something to say. But if I message you, it's probably going to be awkward.