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?)
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, depression with high self-esteem, 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.