As for looks, he resembles a young John Kerry, save for the dyed black hair, 6 earrings, nose-ring and dress-shirt-cum-punk attire. As for his laugh, it's more a a loud "Ha" sort of snortle. As for his type, it's just like mine: tall, pale, and not exactly handsome but not scaring small children either. As for gaydar, I can't really tell. And as for a pseudonym, I have none at the moment.
All jokes aside, he knew two very direct ways into my heart.
1. He likes Jake Gyllenhaal, or in his words, "Even though I don't, you know, have sex with guys, I would still have sex with him." (Referring to my desktop photo of Jake in a (homo)erotic pose)
2. He adores Kathleen Hanna, otherwise known as my favorite recording artist of all time. In fact, he even started carrying around a picture of her in his billfold when his parents started asking why they haven't seen him with any girls.
I mean, come on. With idols such as these, how could I not want to jump his bones? It's been eleven months or so, and who knows--if I'm successful, then this blog could get a lot more interesting real quick.