*Disclaimer*....it does have the tendency to momentarily cause your entire neurologic structure instantaneous failings on cataclysmic measured from time to time but that's just part of the fun! An additional bonus point, if you will.
Now, for the accession of the far more irrelevant and largely equitable attributes pertinent to me, presuming that is if you've read thus far and are still shockingly found wanting more.....
I don't get jealous. I don't waste my time engulfed in mindless, self-induced drama that most feel the need to saturate themselves in. I don't care about how much money you make. I don't care if you have male friends in your life and I'd hope you wouldn't care about the female friends in mine. I don't get embarrassed. I don't get offended. I haven't forgotten how to open a door for a woman. I don't play video games. I'm always up for anything, at anytime, with anyone. I have discovered perfect music but there's always room for more. I believe 100% in you having your own time and there isn't a shadow of a doubt that I need mine. I'm well aware that "friendly flirting" means that it's simply flirtting with friendly intentions. I'm not the least bit intimidated by intelligent conversations, individual persuasions or passionate determinations. In fact, I only surround myself with individuals that live for passion, exploration and self-expansion. I will challenge all good challenges. I do not sweat the small stuff. I don't believe in depression or self-pity. I had no part in helping your mom out with your conception so I don't need to keep tabs on you or know who you're with at all times. I don't slip on a black robe everyday in order to sit behind a bench with a wooden gavel in hand, thus I am not here to be your judge, nor do I have the slightest interest in anyone's judgement of me. I don't wear Affliction or Tapout t-shirts and I couldn't care less about the meat sacks who roll around, dry humping each other in an octagon shaped cage. Yes, I'm an illustrated man and no, I didn't do it with the hopes of appearing bad boyish or to impress those that are attracted to "hot guys with tattoos." I have an appreciation for fine art and I just figured that the skin is merely a blank canvas so why not go ahead and add a few brush strokes here and there, making it a little more interesting to look at from time to time.
I've lived in my own skin long enough to know who and what I am. I like turkey sandwiches, dark beer, old cars, dive bars, 80's comedy flicks, coca-cola, traveling to non-tourist type destinations, large bodies of water, feeding my passions on a daily basis and playing music until my fingers bleed. I always have a job and make enough to live comfortably but in no way, shape or form does it define what I am. I am a free thinker. An artist and a musician first and foremost, everything else is simply a distant second. I'm not looking for fortune, fame, gold records or thousands of teenage girls screaming my name. I'm blessed enough just by being able to live and play in ways that make me happy. What else could a growing boy need?