I'm a strange combination of Oscar Progresso, Mad Jack Churchill, Malcolm Reynolds, Davan MacIntire, and Joseph Stilwell. See? Simple. Don't get it? That's ok. Neither do I.
Wait, that's too vague for you? Damn you're needy. Ok, let's try this again.
I am many things. A study in contradictions, really. While on the one hand a gun-loving, red-meat-eating, cigar-smoking, whiskey-drinking country boy who drives a beat up old pickup, listens to a mix of outlaw country and hard rock, and lifts weights religiously, on the other partial to tailored suits, fine wine and cocktails paired with imported cheeses, can intelligently discuss classical music, trained in ballroom dance, holds a B.S. in International History, and working on an M.S. in Economics. Believes in chivalry. Reads voraciously. 50,000 words into writing a novel. Plays french horn (very well), tinwhistle (pretty well), and guitar (not so well), and fiddle (terribly). Born in Louisiana and grew up in small army towns across Georgia, Missouri, Kansas, and Tennessee (with brief stints in Canada and Germany). Spent every summer in Philadelphia. Travels, has been in 49 states and 15 countries (so far).
3 adjectives: esoteric, anachronistic, incorrigible.
ENTP, if you must know. Though I usually score about 50% on the E/I scale.
See, I told you so. Simple. Grok?