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 for eternally childish spirits who can never stop learning about serious business like emotion.
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.