I have an almost-four-foot vertical leap. I know that's hardly the sort of information you came here for, but if I were a lady into dudes, that's the first thing I'd look at. Workout chaud cred.
You know what, line up.
Girls meow with jealousy when I massage other girls. The Gaysians have assembled a fan club. I'm not a player because I'm hugely upfront. I deadlift 388 and say things like, "Manmeat Squadron, examine your feelings."
I head up a real talk and cat rescue organization called Man Team. (See needyliquidator, our Cryptomonographer, and JonathanVT25, our Mayor.) Despite my lack of humility, I am present, gregarious, positive, forward-thinking, useful and always grateful. Time is luck. We were promised nothing. Friends' birthdays are important.
I'm unfortunately really good at sniffing out peoples' uglinesses and I won't waste energy on political correctness. Because of this I lack the chops and the patience for community leadership, though I'm flatteringly called an 'Alpha' by Burner types. (What I'm saying is that sensitive bi-curious cowboy pimps mistake me for an Alpha.) But--and I'm totally cockblocking myself with the self-destructive gals here--I am usually kind. When I sense a human on the other end of the line I am gracious, as befits a lord. I am even very loyal to friends, probably unwisely. I am generous of spirit. I am possessed by hubris. I let it take me for the power that it gives. It is a symbiote.