Blah . . . I hate these kind of questions. Self-summaries make me feel like a mega-dork (that's dork x 10^6 by the way). So thanks for asking.
I enjoy active and lazy things in equal parts. I enjoy movement. I play soccer, snowboard, rock climb, cross-fit, run and generally find ways to stay fit. I enjoy the outdoors. Getting dirty, cold uncomfortable and wet is fun. Nevertheless I can’t help but relish laziness. I love mornings in my super comfy bed. I play videogames (former WoW addict), watch cartoons. I don't intend to fully "grow up." I play on jungle gyms when I’m near and have stuffed animals. If you can get me to frolic giddily, I’ll probably like you
I am drawn to punk, musically and philosophically. Real beauty needs no polish. It is what it is, dirty or clean. I enjoy all good music, art and thought. As I get older my musical tastes seem to get harder and weirder. Pop can bite me, it's easy like cheap bubblegum that loses its flavor in minutes. Not that pop doesn't have a place; everything has a time and place. I just want things to challenge, not sedate me. I enjoy a good slap in the face (sorry sadists, I mean a mental slap . . . well . . . mostly, I could be convinced).
I actively avoid stereotype. More accurately, I toe the edge of many, never buying into any one image. If I was tied to a chair and forced to create a label, bent science lovin' cowboy punk might come close. I am annoyed by people’s dependence on institutionalized belief systems (often religion) to get through life; to tell them how to live. Don't trust the feel good answer; the world wasn't created to pat you on the back. Find your own purpose; don't just follow what someone else tells you. And question for god's sake. Even if social programming denies us complete freewill, the least we can do is attempt to think for ourselves.
Furthermore: I am obsessed with other people’s passions, fashions, fetishes and quirks. That's not to say I don't have my own, but I will get into something simply because you are. Observant and imitative, though occasionally sliding toward mimicry, I never lose those central quirks that are me. I try things simply to see what they're about. I do things simply to be able to do them, to know I can, and get a glimpse of someoneelse's reality. I have a tendency to lose myself in people, passions, and ideas. I experiment as a way of life. I am happily full of apparent contradictions. I relish them: gay cowboys, cartoon polemics, videogame athletics, white trash philosophy, punk rock pop and Beethoven . . . I'm all over that. The resolution of what appear to be social incongruities to more closely realize who we really are never fails to remind me how totally awesome people can be . . . . of course other times people can totally suck a mean one.
Perhaps my disheveled hair (unless I've shaved it off). The pillow does my hair in the morning, some days I have mad scientist hair . . . muah ha ha ha
I have things for short hair, sarcasm, strength, athleticism, toughness, bluntness, intelligence and tomboys. I may have different standards than your average bear, but I like them damn-it!
Note: you can absolutly posses all these qualities and be quite feminine. Perhaps the sheer fact that you do makes it all the hotter.
The following was intended for dating situations when I was single, but let’s expand its original intent to say something more like, "If we like the same type of stuff, we'll probably get along."
This sounds like a perfect evening: frolicking like a giddy schoolgirl one instant, making out passionately the next, which proceeds to wrestling, tickling, and giggling, which naturally leads to a discussion on politics, philosophy, possibly a walk or workout, a good meal and some hot monkey sex.
You believe sarcasm, dry and dark humor can be appropriate for any and all situations. You believe attractive/sexy and happy/healthy are generally the same thing.