Eh, I hate these things. Maybe I am in witness protection because I turned state's evidence against a terrorist cell. I witnessed the brutal murder of my neighbor, who attempted to leave the cell. Or maybe I am the secret agent who destroyed that same group of terrorists. I am a machine...a tool to be used by my freedom loving government against evil machinations. Perhaps I am a mail order husband from Russia, with a dark secret? а ты говоришь по русски? Wait, I am truly a French painter and vineyard owner from the Loire Valley. I am bent on dominating the world's wine market. Those who get in my way fertilize my vineyards...one way or another. Je peux tout te dire sur le vin! Or mayhap I hail from a mysterious realm of magic. Some call me a wizard, others a prophet. The rest hunt me for the magic flowing through my veins. Am I an overworked, undersocialized IT dude who accidentally crosses his company's experimental artificial intelligence with a sex bot he found on Craigslist, with hilariously slutty results? I know! I am really the last of the Druids, an ancient order of magic users with one purpose - guarding the Primordials, and assuring that they cannot be freed, lest Earth burn to ash. Possibly I am the last known descendant of King Arthur, hellbent on retrieving my birthright - the sword Excalibur, by any means necessary. Or maybe I am simply me - a guy who exults in nature, when he isn't trapped behind a keyboard. One who is intelligent, and craves the same in those who surround him. A friendly dude who will likely chat with just about anyone about anything.

My Ideal Person Chemistry is the real key. I am attracted to many types of women - but overall they must be intelligent. I guess that is truly the key to attractiveness for me.