Orlando’s transient population can seem to be a bit daunting for the singles out there just trying to find someone to make them an omelet in the mornings, but even with our open-door policy and constant cutie-patootie turnover, we still have some clear standouts in the dating scene. Certain types of people we have all either dated, made out with or brought home (or just to your back seat) in the past. Here’s our little shout out to the Orlando guys and gals you’ve probably dated. – Brendan O’Connor

Photos by Art by Brendan O’Connor
The film buff who divides his time between shooting scenes at friends’ apartments and taking you out to the latest indie film at the Enzian. Credit: Art by Brendan O'Connor
Her favorite club is the Geek Easy, she never misses a Con, she reads comics and is a master seamstress when it comes to cosplay. She likes to dress in layers. Credit: Art by Brendan O'Connor
He won’t stop taking about gears and bike shares and seems to have an ever-present grease tint to his fingernails. Credit: Art by Brendan O'Connor
This guy’s been in a lot of crusty bands over the years, and everyone knows him as that guy they saw play someplace sometime. He lurked his way into your heart one night after your friends left early for a show down the street and he bought you a PBR. Credit: Art by Brendan O'Connor
She buys all her clothes at Dechoes/Etoile, can hem your skinny jeans and probably listens to better music than you. Credit: Art by Brendan O'Connor
The political activist who loves railing against Rick Scott more than he loves you. Credit: Art by Brendan O'Connor
The insightful shut-in chick who you met during a rare appearance at a friend’s Functionally Literate or Burrow Press reading, who seeks real conversation beyond scene gossip, but mostly fulfills all her needs by surfing the Internet. The only time she likes to put pants on is to go check the mailbox. Did you know the library can deliver books to your doorstep? Credit: Art by Brendan O'Connor
He’s got annual passes or hookups at every park, knows where all the hidden Mickeys are as well as the cheap dives on I-Drive but has no idea where Mills 50 is. Credit: Art by Brendan O'Connor
The vegan chick who makes better sandwiches than Ethos, protests OCAS (and everything) and reads (at least the Internet) avidly. Credit: Art by Brendan O'Connor
He calls Fiddler’s Green “Fids,” grew up on Park Avenue and is vaguely interested in counterculture (in doses). He and his friends also kind of look like villains from ’80s ski movies. Credit: Art by Brendan O'Connor
The seemingly immortal lesbian who looks younger than her years and can party harder than you and shows you underground scenes you didn’t dream existed here. Credit: Art by Brendan O'Connor
Ahh, yes, the dude you met on Wall Street. He’ll take you to Gilt Nightclub one night and Redlight the next, with an inexhaustible itinerary for your relationship that never includes Netflix. Credit: Art by Brendan O'Connor
The girl in a band who is constantly surrounded by dudes (many of whom she’s already dated) and will do shotguns with you outside the show. Credit: Art by Brendan O'Connor
The guy’s wallet came from Makr, his lunch comes from Fresh and his happy hour is always, always at Cask & Larder. Credit: Art by Brendan O'Connor
He loves artisan coffee, wears the ultimate in hipster chic clothing, hangs out with slight, attractive men and he goes to church in a cool church or at the Lake Eola bandshell. Your friends keep telling you he’s gay, but you know the only man he has room for in his heart is Jesus. Credit: Art by Brendan O'Connor
The aloof bartender who dependably pours your drinks and makes small talk (if you press her) but seems unattainable. She knows she’s smarter than you, but you don’t figure that out till it’s too late. Credit: Art by Brendan O'Connor
The nature guy who never misses a Giddyup Monday and knows where all the best trails are. You fell for him when he showed you how to feed the scrub jays by hand in Lyonia Preserve. Credit: Art by Brendan O'Connor
Galleries are for drones and The Man only likes artists who kiss your ass … that’s why you only see a handful of muralists out there. This lady can’t get no respect, y’all. She really loves to make art but hanging out at the bar may not be as important to her as trying to hob-knob with the big wigs in the art scene. She’s got to brand herself, yo. Credit: Art by Brendan O'Connor
The kitchen dude who cooks for you once a week and bitches about his job every other day. Don’t expect nightly home-cooked meals either, it’s pasta and pizza for you. Credit: Art by Brendan O'Connor
She’s got a condo and a parking space downtown (or maybe SODO), walks her miniature dog around Lake Eola and just wants you to take her on a nice date to Ceviche. Credit: Art by Brendan O'Connor
The bitter Magic fan who stopped watching the games but still talks about their promising future … but what about yours? Credit: Art by Brendan O'Connor
This guy probably picked you up at Graffiti Junktion in Thornton Park when you were face first in a Magic Hat pitcher. He smells good and his hands are so big you feel like he’s got a baseball glove on. He may not get all of your jokes or like to watch Gilmore Girls with you but damn, those abs! Credit: Art by Brendan O'Connor
She’s a career woman who’s on top of everything and definitely among the Yelp Elite – a detail-oriented girl who never goes anywhere without checking in on Foursquare and writing a review to do due diligence. Credit: Art by Brendan O'Connor
He who graduated from Full Sail/Dave School/FIEA and legitimizes his obsessive habit as career research. Credit: Art by Brendan O'Connor
The UCF girly who has a million school pride shirts, loves pudding shots and rarely goes anywhere west of Semoran. Credit: Art by Brendan O'Connor
He’s sick all the fucking time. You’re not sure if it’s because he never turns off the air conditioning or if he got an amoeba from paddle boarding in Lake Ivanhoe. Either way, he was a great excuse to watch Big Love from start to finish. Credit: Art by Brendan O'Connor
This guy has forever baby face, so he thought he’d jump on the beard bandwagon and hide behind a veil of fuzz. Even so, he’s still a bit cherubic. You spend most of your quiet, cuddly time wondering if he has a chin. Credit: Art by Brendan O'Connor
She won’t leave the house without makeup, and she’s ruined all of your pillow cases. Credit: Art by Brendan O'Connor
This guy hits up every open mic, goes downtown exclusively for Sak and won you over with an invite back to his place to watch the latest Louis CK special. Credit: Art by Brendan O'Connor
She was just another hot face in the bar, she laughed freely and made you feel fancy. Then she brought you home and showed you her prosthetic fish skirt. She also gave you the Wicky-Itchies so Wickee-Watchee yourself next time. Credit: Art by Brendan O'Connor