There's little fun to be had in explanations, but I suppose it couldn't hurt to construct a highly exaggerated description of myself, full of sarcasm, dashing good looks, and just the right amount of cockyness that is neither too suffocating to be arrogance, nor too inconsistent to be a regular, and healthy sense of self confidence. Of course, everything must be sprinked with just a hint of false modesty that seduces the sharp edge of tolerance I very much enjoy to flirt with.
If I ruffle feathers, it means I succesfully achieved what I intended. Being offended and being right are not synonyms, despite what is believed.
I can accept innocent, unadulterated stupidity, since it's a breath of fresh air in these times we live in; I like eating cereals as I decide whether or not you're a person I gravitate towards, and I love women that bridge their backs when they come.
Beauty, I tell you.
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