I could go on and on through the formulaic motions of shameless self promotion about my education, or my manners, or my "piercings and tats," or any other generic regurgitations I'm sure you're used to reading, but let's face it: having an education doesn't necessarily translate into being succesfull or well rounded, my manners are something you'll better understand when and if we meet, and if you're the kind of girl whose level of attraction to a man is determined by such superficial artifices as the number of "piercings and tats" he has, you aren't the girl for me.
So instead, let's make a demonstration of my honesty and confidence: my parents are gay. Yup, I come from a same sex household. That does not mean that I automatically subscribe to any one socio-political set of dogma. One of the best things I've learned in thirty years is that on what side of the fence one chooses to stand isn't nearly as important as how far from the fence they make that stand. The farther we distance ourselves from one another, whether it be socially, politically, metaphysically, or ideologically, the harder it is to progress as a society through the sharing of ideas and experiences.
If what I've said is a little over your head, then I'm probably not the guy for you. If not: drop me a line.
On a first date, you've got to be willing to play by the rules. That means you don't touch doors or chairs, walk to the inside of the sidewalk, etc etc. Like Omar said, "A man's gotta have a code." Mines a little outdated, but it's one of few things I actually take seriously.