At the moment I don't really get out all that often, but I would love to meet somebody who would encourage me to push my boundaries.
If I repeatedly look at your profile, it is likely because I suffer from low grade prosopagnosia, which is an inability to remember faces. Or I think you're pretty. ...probably both.
I genuinely enjoy making other people happy.
Treat me with respect, and I will be the most forgiving person in the world. Treat me with contempt, and I can become as stubborn as a wall. One with those metal bars in it.
I'm not quite claustrophobic (ok, maybe I am a little), but I really, really, really hate loud and crowded places.
I am a cinephile.
I judge people by the books they read. More specifically the covers of the books they read.
I always wear pants. I'm not even sure I own shorts.
A friend of mine once said to me: "You're devoted to something good. I don't think either of us knows what, but you're devoted to something good, and that's why I like you." He also called me "a dignified motherf-cker". I'm not entirely sure what to make of either or those, but there you go.
Some of my friends theorize that in 30 years I'll be the Dos Equis guy.
I am a man of my word. If I say I'm going to do something, you can trust that I will do my best to see it done, and done well. As an extension of that, I rarely make promises, and when I do, I mean it.
I am a homebody.
I hate the idea of other people paying for my mistakes. It eats me up inside.
I believe that many hands really do make light work, and act accordingly.
I believe that everything in life can be laughed at. Everything.
When I laugh really hard it usually turns into wheezing. Terrible, terrible wheezing. Then sometimes coughing. I'm still laughing, it just sounds like I'm dying.
I believe that the meaning of life, the purpose of the entire world, can be summed up with a hug.
I enjoy being classy. Anything ostentatious really, though I'm anything but.
I LOVE Christmas. More than anybody really has a right to.
I have an incredibly weak sense of smell. Preposterously weak.
I used to hate the number 19 with a passion. It has since become simply a dislike and a mild distrust.
I have a "live and let live" philosophy. As long as they aren't hurting anybody, I really, really, really don't care what people do.
I on occasion talk to and yell at inanimate objects. I don't think they'll talk back or anything, it's more of a externalization of an inner monologue.
I wear a bow tie. Bow ties are cool.
I know the words to most Disney songs from when I was a kid. Beauty and the Beast is about Stockholm Syndrome and you know it.
There are some things that are in way too many profiles, and I think a lot of those people are lying. I'm not completely down to earth. I never play games, but then, who knows, sometimes I might (though to tell the truth, I'm not really sure what these games are). My family and friends are very important to me, but they aren't everything. Also, I'm not always laid back, and I don't always "tell it how it is".
I really hate it when people are habitually late. Five or ten minutes is fine, but unreliable people annoy me to no end.
I am a gentleman, a scholar, and the cake was a lie.
Ph'nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn!
(If you get the above reference, you rock)