I hate reading people's descriptions because it's boring as f*ck, so instead I'll tell you a little anecdote.

So one day I was at this party, and let's just say I had been drinking a little too much. So, there was this guy I liked who had made out with a girl I had in Chem class and she wasn't exactly my friend but we sort of talked. The thing is, the guy came onto me, we made out and afterwards I felt really, really guilty. For the story's purposes let's call this guy Matt. So Matt was tall and sort of lean, and there was this other Matt that was more on the short side and a little chubby, right? So, my drunk brain thought that if I made out with chubby Matt this girl would think I had just confused the two of them (because they had the same name, duh) and would not be mad and/or call me a slut. So I kissed him, screamed 'I'm innocent!' at the top of my lungs, and then because I was drunk made out with my male best friend because why the hell not.
Don't judge, this last guy later became my (now ex) boyfriend.

So, now you know a little about me. Talk to me if you want to, don't if you don't want to. Just live a happy life.

Oh, and for the record, the anecdote writing is horrible. My stories are better written or I'd claw my own eyes out for publishing something so badly written. So yeah, have faith in me, people.