I'm a good guy, I've been told, that would like to meet a solid girl. I'm easy like Sunday morning in regards to pretty much everything... except for personality and intelligence. Those two qualities are kind of a big deal to me. Usually though I've found that someone that possesses both of the aforementioned, more often than not, tends to be a good person.
I can be a brat. But I'm self deprecatingly cute enough to flip it on it's ear and make it an endearing quality? I guess you'll have to find out so we can both answer that question?
This one's wicked important to me though... someone that hangs out with me has got to have a jokey joke side and be able to dish it out as well as take it. Because to me, facetious sarcasm can be a form of flirting. Not like it has to be matchwitsfest 2013 every time we speak and/or we're always "on"... but you know.
Oh yeah, and If you happen to like: Radiohead, Wu Tang Clan, The Ramones, Bossa Nova music, Poison Idea (or any old school hardcore punk), Public Enemy, Quadron, Broadcast, John Coltrane, Dave Brubeck, or Little Brother then you basically could do no wrong in my book. I might even let you add a page or two. Musical diversity, scratch that, diversity in all aspects of life actually, is a key to the well rounded individual. I swear I just made that up... TAKE THAT GOOGLE QUOTES!(is there even such a thing? Patent Pending!!!)
Sometimes though I'm "that guy"... that will:
Compliment you on the most minute detail of what you might have got goin at that very moment. Because I noticed it and it was important to me. "Awwwww..." Iknow, I know, corny but true.
Randomly put on a song I know you like and ask you to dance.
Reach over and hold your hand while I'm driving.... or you're driving, whatever.
Say the most facetiously inappropriate comment about myself but follow it up with "Is that bad?" as I bat my lashes for forgiveness.
Be unquestionably loyal, sometimes to a fault. I'm a big guy, and you'll learn you have a bulldog at your fingertips. If you're right or wrong I won't care at the time. You let me off the leash and I'll protect you and hold you down regardless.
To sum up this novel, I'm starting to figure out what it is that I really want out of all this. I feel like I'm done running around... I'd like to collectively take a breath, hold your hand, and walk... Feel me? If you do then get at me. If not than good look ladies of Match.com. All of you deserve to live your own form of happiness!