It's surprising how your quintessential "Bad Boy" has evolved into being quintessentially well rounded. Women often question, "How bad is this 'Bad Boy', really?" Their curiosities are often pacified knowing that I eat cereal without milk, I don't remove USB drives safely, I Google while driving and I was always last to clap at school assemblies...I know...I know...Total turn-on, right? I'll give you a moment to regain your composure. :-)
I am the type of man who is always physically & mentally active. As a kid in elementary school I was no different, exhibiting similar characteristics in between doing back flips during P.E. to impress girls thinking I was the sh*t and making gummy bears have sex with each other, prior to licking them and tossing them up to stick on the ceiling of Homeroom.
I am big on correct spelling and proper use of grammar. There's a big difference to me in, " I helped my uncle jack off a horse," AND " I helped my Uncle Jack, off a horse." To those women I correspond with who don't believe in proper punctuation, like a comma, all I have to say is, " I like eating babies and laughing."
As a kid I would shut the door to my room to force my dog to spend time with me, even after I slept in awkward positions all night, just so he could sleep comfortably on my bed. I would often pretend to be dead or hurt around him to see if he cared.
My interesting behaviors did not improve much as a teenager. When I got bored I'd play games with my deaf grandmother. She would vacuum and I would unplug the vacuum and time myself to see how long it would take for her to notice.
I rarely am able to stab a CapriSun successfully, but when I do, I blow that sh*t up and pop it when I'm done. Bad habits die hard. =)
When I walk into spiderwebs, I automatically know karate.
I often confuse myself with thoughts of: What would the child I once was, think of the adult I've become? Or, if a person is born deaf, what language do they think in?
I do not carry with me any baggage and keep my past in its place, the past. I have not hung on to any, "friendships," with any ex's. To me, hearing or telling an Ex, "Let's be friends," is like having a kidnapper tell you, " Keep in touch," or having your pet dog die and your mother share with you that you can still keep'em. It just doesn't work for me.
When a woman shares with me " I love you " too early, I typically say real fast, " I love YouTube!"
YouTube is the only site I visit to watch music videos and end up learning how to make ice cream.