I'm smart: pretty smart, anyway. Not bragging, it's just what I hear and observe.
I can communicate: have no problem carrying on long conversations on various topics.
I'm kind. I have 3 dogs, all rescues. [update: I lost 2 this year; they were all very old.] I release spiders rather than kill them. I kill mosquitoes though, feel really bad about it.
I'm funny, to me anyway. They tell me my sense of humor is "dry". Most can't tell I'm joking. A few think I'm hilarious. One example: a friend noticing a sun dial on my deck, "Cool, does it work?" Me: "Yes, but it needs new batteries."
My humor can sometimes be "inappropriate." A woman who worked for me once asked what I was doing when I was under her desk connecting something to her computer. I said, "The web cam is out of focus." Once, on a first date as my date was saying good-bye outside her building, I asked, "Are you sure you don't want to invite me up for some sex?" She seemed like the type that would find that funny, and she did.
I'm told I have a fine sense of the silly. I might break into interpretive dance of a good song in a passing car, a cheesy commercial jingle, or the rhythmic beat of an espresso machine steam pump or a washing machine out of balance. Somebody has to show appreciation for serendipitous funk, right?
I'm still a bit of a kid. I spin in my office chair, get "happy feet" when I'm eating something I like, love skipping stones in the surf.
In other ways, I'm pretty much a man. I use power tools and fix things. I can sometimes fix computers. I chop a lot of wood in the backyard -- with only a sledge and wedge (no power tools there, that's cheating).
In some ways, I'm a gentleman. I offer my coat if you seem cold. After 2-3 coat-sharing incidents, I'll probably start bringing 2 coats.
I wear jeans most of the time, but I can look the part in a suit.