I complement dreamers better than any other type, or at least I feel that to these I have the most to give. Preferably you've got some discipline, though. If you're a bit narcissistic, I can dig it. I am fallible, foolish, intense, and devoutly sincere.
Who says you can't practise sincerity? I write and toy with capricious semantics and often I make confessions that sound like your uncle after a bottle of Jack Daniels and his daughter's wedding. Words are playthings.
My friend circle is very sex-positive, and I am a slut at heart. That said, respect is imperative in everything even (ESPECIALLY) when you're tied up in a dungeon wearing nothing but a dirty word. Romantically, I'm slain by a combination of fierce and fragile: those whom I can never take for granted but around whom I don't have to be afraid for being "weak". I consume affection and intimacy ravenously. I count communication and trust as ten times more important than anything else in a relationship. I firmly believe that feminism is a cause that ultimately benefits men, too.
I'm not timid, but I am far more likely to seek accord than conflict. I dance exactly like you would expect of a suburban white boy with the privilege of self-confidence endowed to those who are tall and well-hung. I'd like to be in love, actually. I'm working on it.