I think everyone has the same problems when trying to describe themselves. After all, aren’t we all rock stars in our own heads? And if we aren’t, shouldn’t we be? Shouldn’t we all kick ass and be awesomely funny and good-looking and entitled to the closest parking spot to the store? So, if I say that I’m a great guy, that I’ve got a good sense of humor, or that I take life as it comes with a laid-back and relaxed attitude, does it really mean that much? I mean, how many people are going to write that they’re terrible? So anyway: I’m well-educated, or that’s what the years of school would say, anyway. I’ve traveled a bit. I’ve snowboarded in Canada, where I fell down a lot, and walked La Rambla in Barcelona, where I didn’t fall down quite so much. I’ve had Guinness in Dublin, and ouzo in Athens.

The brain is the largest erogenous zone, so her physical attributes don't matter that much to me, 'cause I think attraction is much more a function of personality anyways. That being said, I am a sucker for cute blondes. And cute redheads. But really, I'm just a dumb sucker for cute. But, let's pretend it's the girl-shopping store and I can take my pick, huh? How about wickedly smart and witty. Someone comfortable in their own skin. Assertive and vivacious. I'm a big sucker for vivacious. Can dress up, or down, with ease. Expressive and not afraid to take initiative. Makes a good Gibson. Knows when to be nice, and, more important, when to be naughty, and isn't afraid to be. A good player of Spades, Twister, and other various and sundry dumb games. Silly and easily distracted by shiny objects - it's much more fun than approaching everything with an air of detached indifference. Someone who laughs easily, and isn't afraid of anything. Manageable baggage. Treats people with common decency, that's a big one.