Well now, where to begin? I think I will start by informing everyone that my car is yellow. Canary yellow. I am a curious person. I am a good listener. I am half Greek, and perhaps that is why I am a good storyteller. I laugh rather easily. And I make others laugh rather easily. Whether those people are laughing with me or at me is a subject for further consideration.
I am told that I speak faster than the average person, and that is one of the main reasons why I moved to NYC, so that I could reduce the glaring disparity between the rate at which I speak and the rate at which others with whom I interact on a daily basis speak.
I am from Maryland and have spent most of my life in the mid-Atlantic region, and I am dumbfounded that, despite being quite a sociable person, I have never met a person from Delaware. Not even once. Does anybody else find that to be odd?
I live on the Upper East Side. Please don't stop reading.
I tend to get along with women who are not shrinking violets. Mirthful enthusiasm is nice. Former student athletes often enjoy my company. As do English majors. I offer no explanation as to why women with such seemingly disparate personalities often find me to be amusing.
Women who are enraptured by the various subtle differences between branded clothing designs, those who enjoy wearing earrings at the top of their ear, and those who describe themselves as "chill" often do not find me to be entertaining.
Alrighty then, it appears that I have written 1,765 characters in this section thus far. But I am allowed to write up to 4,000. Not to undermine some of my competition, but I would respectfully suggest that no woman respond to any man who has come close to using up all 4,000 characters allowed in this section.