Caution: If you are reading this while standing, please avoid locking your knees. On the off chance I get your heart pumping, the extra (restricted) blood flow may cause you to become light-headed and to faint.
Oh, hello. I didn't see you come in. (Mostly because there are no doors on the Internet. Only windows. Eight. Windows 8. Did you get that joke yet?)
I will not bullshit you. If I am any kind of man, it is a gentleman. I am a reasonable, thought-provoking adult. I don't have time for that.
My friends call me 'One Speed' Drew. You guessed it, because I only have one speed.
I don't want to fuck you just as much as you don't want to fuck me, probably.
For you, I'll make about as much sense as a student crumbling up a piece of paper with "Can I have a piece of paper?" written on it, and then throwing it to an adjacent student. My body language, insatiability, sarcastic tone used with a medium-toned voice, and the fact that I don't show visible facial excitement (when legitimately excited, non-posed) is just part of who I am.
On the contrary, however, I will entertain you. Or I won't. You will not be entertained. Do not even try. You won't. We'll get along fine, you and I.
I'm a sinner. I'm a saint. I'm a soldier. I'm a lover. I'm a son. I'm a brother. I'm a man. I'm a beacon. A beacon of youth. (Isn't it beautiful?) I define the line.