A wondrous lad with a keen wit, florid with language, possessing a general aura of wonderfulness, and prone to infectious grins, waggling eyebrows, and incapable of taking a normal photograph, insisting on trying to make o_O or >:O faces.
INTJ, for you Meyers Briggs folks. Logic and seriousness aside, I like to run across sidewalks with my hands out making airplane noises. I'm 29 going on 5, and I am never growing up, especially if it means putting on pants.
I like to think of myself as a cocky devil, always with a smart ass dorky and funny comment, a smile, and a roguish sense of charm.
At least, that's what my friends tell me. Right guys? Guys...?