The urge to repeat the word 'very' before putting awesome, to make up the required length, is so incredibly tempting. I'm avoiding it, only to prove that I am not immature.
Which isn't entirely true. But, it is very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very close to the truth.
I like to snuggle; I don't do enough of it.
All of my best friends are women. They are all incredibly good looking. They all have live-in boyfriends. They are not a threat to any perceived happiness I may discover in a relationship; truth be told, I think they would all like to see me with a nice girl.
I am tall, 99% fearless - when it comes to normal things (ask me about the Onion Man, and you will know true fear), devastatingly handsome, and occasionally humble (it's one of my best traits).
Once I get to know you, my loyalty is unbounded. A while back, one of my best friends told me I should give lessons in how to be a friend. This was probably one of the greatest compliments I've ever received.
I tend to get noticed when I go places. I wear a lot of bright colors, I laugh loudly - and often, I smile (for the most part) when I walk in, and I thank people as I walk out. I always try to blame my mother for raising me right. I think, perhaps, I just learned how to be a gentleman by getting disgusted with my fellow men.
I always send flowers the next day. Unless it was a terrible time. I tend to forget to call, though. Nothing personal, I just really, really, hate phones.
I have a bad habit of smashing phones when I'm angry. I keep an extra phone, in its box, in the file cabinet at work and one in the closet at home. No lie.
I've never laid a hand on a woman in anger. And I will laugh while slapping a man who has.
I curse. A lot. I don't even notice it anymore. I was, seriously, raised by a sailor. It shows.
I don't like getting drunk.
I'm not 420 friendly. I'm 31.
I have a cat.
I drive a Soul.
I like purple.
I wear jewelry.
I listen to Natalie Merchant when no one is looking.
I have been known to trim my eyebrows.
I smoke. Often.
I can be damnably romantic.
I love the feel of a warm body next to me.
I have tattoos. I will show them to you, but you have to ask.
I get bored at the most amazing things.
I get amazed at the most boring things.
Basically, I'm like a person. Except, you know. . .awesome.