Though it's somewhat antiquated, I describe myself as a dreamer. I let my imagination run wild and can often be found with a book or three. I am somewhat of a perfectionist and end up laughing at myself quite bit. I often have many things going on at once and my love ones affectionately call me "the absent minded professor" due to my intellect,slight eccentricity, and multitasking. I still believe in romantic love and hope that one day it would become a reality. Many describe me as shy and sweet and say I shouldn't change and become jaded despite the hurt I have felt in the past. I picture a passionate man that I can laugh with daily that inspires me and doesn't make me feel as though being perfect is a prerequisite to being worthy of respect and adoration.
