I'm definitely a social animal, communicator, and often a clown with a quick wit but not into texting or repeatedly personal messaging people I don't know well. I'm just not programmed that way.
I love talking about myself but I'm gonna cheat here and leave you with this poem I found..
Irish He Is
A strange blend of shyness, pride and conceit,
And stubborn refusal to bow in defeat
He's spoiling and ready to argue and fight,
Yet the smile of a child fills his soul with delight.
His eyes are the quickest to well up in tears,
Yet his strength is the strongest to banish your
His hate is as fierce as his devotion is grand,
And there is no middle
ground on which he will
He's wild and heπs gentle, he's good and he's bad.
He's proud and he's humble, he's happy and sad.
He's in love with the ocean, the earth and the
He's enamoured with beauty wherever it lies.
He's victor and victim, a star and a clod,
But mostly he's Irish... in love with his