Man, 58, Arizona, USA
On a rare occasion, in a bar, an inebriated woman, through the gauze of alcohol, will find me adorable, like one of those tiny bottles of Tobasco that some restaurants give you, or an acorn. She'll tell her boyfriend or husband "don't you just want to squeeze him?" And he'll come and shake my hands and introduce himself, completely unthreatened, because, really. Look at me.
For the most part, I go through life pretty anonymously, slipping in and out of grocery stores, gyms, and bars without being seen. I believe I'm part Hobbit, given my height and ability to go unnoticed.
Trying not to be an ass
I have a truck. Let's go find a hideous couch at St.Vinnie's. I'll take you on your errands as long as we stop at the Asian market and look for the latest unintentionally vegan food and a strangely flavored soda to wash it down.
(There's some drawings and sculpture in my photos. When I'm on, that's what I like to do)