No, but really, I'm not bad. Well, that bad. Define bad and I'll tell you if it's really me or just the drawing.
I always wanted to be an X-Man or a Tenenbaum. I'm a blended mix of dry wit, nerdiness, and big words. I drink off-brand Redbull during all-nighters. I constantly have way too much caffeine in my bloodstream and it makes me seem far more hyper than I am when I'm not stimulant-ed.
In first meeting situations I can come off as over-talkative, but that is really a nervous habit more than a personality trait. Once I get comfortable I tend more towards silence with the occasional bon mot.
Damn, 1000 words is a lot. What else? I love tattoos and have 4 (though one is unfinished until I can finance the final touches). I like rock & roll/rockabilly/punk styles. Artists/musicians make me swoon. I sometimes accidentally put on a southern affect without thinking. I like to stand in the rain (without my wallet or phone in my pocket for safety) and just let myself get soaked through and through.
When I get an iced beverage from Starbucks and am wearing sunglass I like to pretend I'm a Mary Louise Parker/Nancy Botwin style drug dealer/suburbanite. Given my propensity towards iced mochas in the summertime, this daydream tends to pop up a lot.
I want a guy who will be monogamous and nice to his mother. And I want someone who likes musicals but knows to just shut his mouth when I’m watching Lost . And I want someone who thinks being really into cars is lame and strip clubs are gross. I want someone who will actually empty out the dishwasher instead of just taking out forks as needed… like I do. I want someone with clean hands and feet, and beefy forearms like a damn Disney prince! And I want him to genuinely like me, even when I’m old.