Self-summaries are for narcissists. Another General rule: the length of a self-summary varies directly with the self-centeredness of the writer. I should like to avoid that.
For what it's worth, I took the Dating Persona Test again, and I've clearly changed. Where once I was a Poolboy I've now devolved into the Vapor Trail. I guess divorce will do that to you. I took it one more time after remembering a few things, and so I'm apparently a Manchild?! Whiskey. Tango. Foxtrot.
After a couple weeks I calmed down somewhat, took the Persona Test one more time and really tried to be as accurate and honest as I could. I mean wracked my brain and agonized over the answers. I came out the Backrubber. That's close to my original Poolboy persona; now I'm deliberate instead of random.
I also just did the Summer of Heat Quiz; Apparently I need to go to Berkeley, CA, Cambridge, MA or Victoria, BC, and I should stay the hell away from Oklahoma City, Las Vegas, NV or San Antonio, TX .
I've also been told if I were a book I'd be an encyclopedia. If someone starts talking to me about a subject it's like cranking a fire hose. I can't seem to change that, so I might as well embrace it.
I wonder how much it really matters. What one prefers does not determine what another finds appealing, does it? You tell me...
Hey, Dja ever read The Dispossessed? Yeah, I'm kind of like that.
How about anything by Sherman Alexie? No?
Hey, Suyape. What're you doin' here? And when are you leaving?
Upon further, more earnest consideration, I've become a Backrubber. Y'know, that guy you know who can't stop thinking about how great it would be to nudge you awake in the morning but can't muster the courage to ask you out? Yeah, that sounds more like me.