Anonymous User, just for you, I’m going to make a list of my “faults,” so that hopefully you don’t feel quite so alone.
I am really, really pale. Like, the whitest dude you’ve ever seen.
On top of that, I have a ton of moles. Well over 100, some on my face and neck.
I’m skinny. Probably a little bit underweight.
I’ve always been a book nerd, to the point that I went and got a graduate degree in English. Good grades and all that.
I inherited easily-stained teeth from both parents, so mine have never been all that white.
My favorite hobby? Trains and railroads. I’ve always done model trains, and I’m almost like an Asperger’s kid when it comes to knowledge of the real thing.
I actually like a lot of (older) country music.
I’ve never had a whole heck of a lot of money…middle class at best.
I suffer from depression/chronic low mood, for which I have to take medicines.
I also have Irritable Bowel Syndrome, which sucks in and of itself, but having to explain it to dates can be embarrassing.
I’m soft-hearted, especially when it comes to animals.
I friggin’ love some Batman and Star Trek.
But you know what? I own all that shit. It’s mine, and it makes me who I am. And ultimately, the only person who really cares about ‘counting faults’ is me. The rest of us typically don’t go around cataloging what’s wrong with other people–we are too obsessed with doing it to ourselves!
So, whoever you are, and whatever you’re into…don’t change it for anybody else. BE YOU. Own the shit out of you.
Trust me, the ladies dig it.