I am a terminal, incurable introvert. If we could just skip the whole part with words and stuff.
I've been told that I have a caustic sense of humor. Needless to say, I took that as a compliment.
I consume zero drugs or alcohol, and would prefer that you do the same.
A note from a female friend who Pat unwisely gave his password to:
Pat is a diehard romantic masquerading as a cynical misanthrope. He would really like to meet the woman he'll spend the rest of his life with, but he's afraid of having his heart broken by someone who will take advantage of his generous nature. He's a kind, honest guy who always assumes the best about people, so be gentle with him. Take your time getting to know each other. Behind the tough exterior, he's fiercely loyal. He's looking for a woman who will see that as a gift to be reciprocated rather than a foregone conclusion. He is sensitive, insightful, and emotionally intelligent. I count him among my best friends- he's the kind of guy who comes to pick you up at 3 am in a rainstorm when your car breaks down. He's a huge fan of good grammar, and prefers real women, who are comfortable in their own skin.
[Well, there goes my reputation as a total bastard! Oh well, I'll leave that up for posterity's sake.]