I have an incredibly silly walk. I’m so proud, I started a ministry.
I grew up on Long Island, NY, but I prominently don’t have the local accent.
I’ve been complimented on my eyebrows, which apparently have a really nice shape. My eyes get compliments too, but maybe the glasses get in the way.
Only one person has told me I make good eye-contact, but I know I do.
I have vampire teeth (very sharp-looking canines), although that was something I always knew.
I must be kind of dark or unusual-looking for a white guy - I’ve been told that, and I’ve been mistaken for Latino a few times. All by Latinos, which I find confusing. But I take it as a compliment, and these days I feel a lot better when I have a tan.
A friend of mine told me I look like a Siberian Husky. When I tell other people, they usually laugh and then get it or agree.
Me four on the “talking with hands” bit. In college I started dating a real sweet guy, until he broke it off saying he couldn’t tolerate how I couldn’t have a conversation without gesticulation. :smack:
I have also been told my walk is distinctive. Too many years of marching band and dance, I guess.
To all the “hands talking” people… are any of you Italian?
In re: my post: for comparison purposes this is me (on the left), and this is a Siberian Husky.
I’ve got the vampire teeth too, and I had been thinking of having them filed down until people told me how nice they looked. Weird people.
People used to think my dad was Italian because he happened to be a little dark. His nickname was “Whop” and he had it tattooed on his arm when he was 15 (probably not the brightest idea, hehe).
Hi! I do recall your name, but wow, that must have been a loooong time ago! Hehe. 
I do too!! And to top that, I never smile, but give a big grin. People don’t commment on it immediately, but after some time, that do mention it.
I got them canines too! No one’s ever commented on them (to me, at least), but they’re there alright.
I’m forever fidgeting with something (I sew to hide this sometimes).
My eyes dart- I’m actually focusing on people and reading their body language, but most people get freaked out if they know I can.
I absorb verbal tics like a space-age super sponge.
My voice is naturally very loud to the point that it can be socially awkward.
People have asked multiple times about the long thin scar on my left index finger- It’s from a failed attempt to open a coconut.
Count me in the “distinctive walk” category. Mine’s not really in a good way though. I have bad posture and am slightly pigeon-toed. I’ve been told it’s cute though.
I got a big ego-blow last night at work. Two different co-workers told me that I had a flat butt! I’m a girl and I always thought I had a fairly nice butt.
I’ve had at least three people ask me if I have a lazy eye. All three of them were aquaintences that I wouldn’t consider “friends” and rarely talk to. But all of my family/close friends that I asked told me that they never noticed anything weird about my eyes. I find that to be odd.
I always look angry or sad and am constantly being asked if I am okay or if something is bothering me even when I’m in a good mood. It probably doesn’t help that I’m a generally quiet and reserved person that doesn’t really talk unless given a reason to.
People just assume I’m standoffish.
No, I’m not Italian.
In my office, I have a picture of my great-grandparents, surrounded their family, taken when my grandmother was 12 or so, circa 1910. My great-grandfather is leaning back in his chair, with left ankle resting on his right knee, and his hands clasped around his left knee. It may take you a moment to think through this position, but I think you can figure it out.
A coworker observed that I sit in exactly the same way.
Women are always telling me what a nice ass I have. [shrugs shoulders] I’ve never really thought much of it myself. But how can x-amount of people be wrong? 
Ok, maybe I am starting to get just a little bit of an ego because of it.
Not to my knowledge. 10th-generation Canadian, with mostly British and Scottish heritage prior to that. Some Welsh, Irish and German, too.
Talking with one’s hands seems generally to have less to do with heritage or ancestry than it does with personality: I have a fairly strong and self-assured persona, and when I am enthusiastic about my subject, the hands go flying. Conversely, I know of two very shy Italian men who always have their hands stuffed deep into pockets when speaking to unfamiliar people, and who are none-the-less very articulate when they choose to speak.
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I got a big ego-blow last night at work. Two different co-workers told me that I had a flat butt! I’m a girl and I always thought I had a fairly nice butt.QUOTE]
This happened to me too a couple of days ago. I’m a guy, quite thin but with enough muscle not to be considered a weakling by most. I lost alot of weight during university, as I was quite a chubber in my earlier years, and reached my desired weight a couple of years ago. I’d never really thought about my ass before the other day, when I was making a cup of coffee in our workkitchen and a female colleague walked up behind me and said, “Do you now you don’t have an ass?” I was a little taken aback by the observation, and instead of shooting back a witty reply, I stood dumbstruck for a bit, listening to her reel off exercise after exercise that would, “Firm them buns up”. This is the first piece of negative criticism I have ever been given on my body, and stayed with me for a few days. Now whenever I walk past this colleague, I arch my lower back in attempt to plump-up my posterior… though the actual result is more of a disturbed waddle!
Guys seem to stare at my chest (and the fact that I, as oblivious as I can be to things like that, have noticed it, really says something). I thought that in The Age of Implants [sup]TM[/sup], my chest size wouldn’t be that unusual, but I guess it is (they’re natural).
I get tons and tons of comments about how white I am. I’ve even had friends say, “oooh, you might even be whiter than [name of their friend]!” And then when I actually meet said person, they demand both of us show our arms next to the other to see who “wins”. I’ve never lost. 
People seem to notice my hair. It used to be pretty long (hip length, then waist length and now brastrap length) and it’s straight and really fine (but lots of it) and soft.
I’ve been good-naturedly teased about my habit of using sound effects for words. Fwoosh or bzzzzzt or fwueshwehahwehah or other things like that, in place of “water” or “street light” or “that damn thing that annoys the crap out of me”. But I’ve never met anyone who didn’t know what I was talking about, so I figure that it works out.
Zweisamkeit, we sound like twins, at least before I trotted off down Lesbian Lane and hacked off all of my hair. I’m trying to grow it out a wee bit after 7 years of “short and choppy”, but it is an almost painfull process…
Friends use my hair as a beacon when we’re at some large, outdoor event. Of course, I’m very short, so they can’t always see me, but the standard way to meet up is “Rally 'Round the Redhead”.
I also talk with my hands, and I’m not a bit Italian.
I have a fairly distinctive laugh (or, at least, that’s what they tell me). I’ve never been able to figure out if that’s good or bad, but I’ve had people I haven’t seen in years hear me laugh in a mall and come over to say hi.
I’ve been told the force of my personality makes me seem “bigger” than I actually am, and even my closest friends are occasionally shocked to see how short I am when we stand up.
And I also have the extendo-vamp canine tooth–but only on the right side, for some reason.
zweisamkeit, the only person anyone’s ever found that was whiter than me was an albino.
I talk with my hands a lot, too. The habit really got ingrained when I started teaching music lessons - students tend to respond to a more animated teacher. But people don’t notice that so much as my hands themselves - I have rather long, slender fingers and most folks will peg me for a musician based on my hands alone.
“Oh, that must be lovely for playing the piano.”
“Well, my professional instrument is the oboe.”
“The what?”
And it all goes downhill from there…