I'm from Texas, I stopped apologizing for that when Obama got elected and that idiot went back to his phony ranch. I've worked overseas for 12 years and that gets a little more normal every minute.
I take my job seriously and not too much else. The world is just way too sad not to spend as much time as possible trying to laugh. It certainly beats the alternative. Besides, making someone laugh is not easy. When you learn a new language, understanding the jokes comes last. So a joke that's universal is better than gold dust. So far I know the cat joke that makes everyone laugh and the penguin joke that only makes me laugh. The in between bits are fun, too.
There's the part of my brain that craves stability, that eats the same breakfast every day and objects to changing desks at the office. Then there's the part that occasionally wants to throw a hand grenade into that routine and end up with something new. It's like this: Townes Van Zandt once sang "My days they are the highway kind, they only come to leave. But the leaving I don't mind, it's the coming that I crave." Fond as I am of that song, I can never agree with it completely. I hate leaving as much as I love the new. It's the tension between those two reactions that makes life interesting, feeling only one way or the other wouldn't work. I plan to keep getting on planes (61 countries and counting) and trying whatever's new on the menu. Though, a bit more stability in personal relationships, friendships and otherwise, wouldn't be bad.
I'm not sure how much sense that last paragraph makes. You're supposed to at least try to project a normal personality on a dating site, after all. But why would I want to meet a normal, safe, boring person? I had enough of those in engineering school.
Like most people here, I'm skeptical about the online dating thing but giving it a go anyway. I found a lot to consider in this New Yorker article, particularly about OKC. I highly recommend it: http://www.newyorker.com/reporting/2011/07/04/110704fa_fact_paumgarten?printable=true
Have to hand it to the woman that condenses compatibility to the question “Are we laughing at the same shit?”. Yes, that's EXACTLY what I'm looking for. Who isn't? My only quibble with her thoughts would be that I'm just as interested in a woman that makes me laugh as I am in one that laughs at my jokes.