I am not pretty. I am not someone that draws stares from across the room. However, I have often have been called attractive after I crossed the room to start a conversation and, if I can judged by the company that I keep, it may mean something that I have typically dated women that are others would say are objectively pretty.
I am not relentlessly optimistic. I don't bound out of bed in the morning and list the wonderful things that I intend to do that day. I do have times when the glass is half empty. I have read Kafka, enjoyed movies with unhappy endings and, on occasion, spent a fair amount of time in the German Expressionism gallery of museums. That said, I have often, to my surprise, been described by friends as energetic, encouraging and warm [go figure].
I am no longer trim or fit. This is may be the hardest thing to admit and, honestly, it surprises me sometimes - I still picture myself as I was in my 30's. When my life settles a bit, I hope to spend some time in the pool/gym and then delete this paragraph [I vote pool].
I tend to overthink things [or so I have been told]. That is not to say I am not spontaneous; many of the best parts on my life have been unplanned and/or spur of the moment. But I do settle in for a bit of extended exegetical analysis from time to time - and I enjoy it.