Hi,my name is Jeff and this is my hobby. It’s been an on-again, off-again relationshipfor six years now. This being my fifth sixth attempt, I’m hoping it’ll work out. My website fails most of the time because I let frustration get thebest of me. I give up when I can’t achieve the perfect vision that I have createdin my head. Chalk it up to being a Virgo I guess.

I’m a programmer. More aptly, my business cards say I’m a Senior Software Developer. In laymen’s terms, I build websites all day long. I still can’t believe that they’repaying me to do that. I’d be one of those people that continue to work even afterthey’ve won 50 million in the lottery. Sometimes I wonder how I got here. In high school I knew exactly what I wanted to do, but could never place a name to that face. It’s funny how that vision didn’t include a windowless cubicle, uncomfortable chairs, bad lighting, and extreme indoor temperatures. Despite all that, if I could choose any job in the world I’d probably choose this one for now.

I’m single. I think I’m liking it. Not to fear though, I’m confident that I will one day marry a 5′4 version of Katie Holmes. After nearly a decade of obsessing over women, I’ve finally figured out what it is that’s so striking about them. It’s an expressive face. Nothing wins me over like a smile and eyes that can speak volumes. I’m just as attracted to a tight ass nice physical appearance as the next guy, but a gaze that conveys depth and emotion is irresistible. I’ve dated someone with this look before. The sad part is that the eyes that can so easily say "I love you" can also bear doubt and sorrow. My friends tell me I should join match.com. My mom wants grandchildren. I’m thinking I’m just gonna lay low for a while.

My friends tell me I have bedroom eyes. I’ve also heard them referred to as "F-me eyes". Sometimes they change colors. My favorite is when they have a hint of blue. I got my eyes from my mom and I have my dad to thank for the smile.

I’m hopelessly addicted to sushi. My second biggest vice is cheese steaks with mayonnaise. I like to cook, but in the process I usually eat too much red meat and not enough vegetables.  If pepperoni can be incorporated into a recipe, restassured I’ve done it.

I drive too fast. 125 mph in a 65 mph zone used to be commonplace. Did you know that cars look like they’re parked when you pass at that speed? Aside from the speed limit, I always obey all traffic laws. Not doing so would be dangerous. I also always wear my seatbelt. My mom doesn’t believe me, but I assure her I have to wear it because it holds me in place when I turn corners.  My car is a money pit of sorts.  In any given month I pay more in insurance and auto loan payments than I do in rent.  Although it does make me cringe sometimes, I wouldn’t have it any other way.  For seven years I dreamed of owning a Mitsubishi 3000GT. While it may not be a porsche, it’s very rewarding buying your dream car at the age of twenty four.

I have a penchant for drinking. In reality it’s probably not so much an affinity for the alcohol as it is for the experience. I live for Friday Happy Hours. There is no greater happiness than that provided by good food, good drinks, and goodfriends. Emerson once said "the secret of drunkenness is that it insulates us in thought whilst it unites us in feeling." Not necessarily a bad thing in my opinion.

I’m a closet tv junkie. I’d give up my cell phone before my TiVo. My favorite show right now is Battlestar Galactica. I also like Scrubs, MTV Reality TV, The Simpsons, and many more. I get angry when people imply that I only watched Buffy because of Sarah Michelle Gellar. It is in fact a very good show and highly renowned by critics.

I want to buy a cat. Maybe two. I’d name them pixel and potter. The only problem is that my place doesn’t allow them. For a while now I’ve been meaning to get a beta fish for my desk at work. I used to have one at school named Rocky, but I think when I moved home the well water killed him. Hopefully the same doesn’t hold true for cats.

I have a six-year-plan.  Don’t ask …