I'm very shy in most situations. If I see you while I'm walking somewhere, I'll probably hang my head and mumble a "hi" after you say "hi."
I'm very self-absorbed.
My self-esteem level is lower than the water level at the California Sea (now known as Death Valley).
I often try too hard to be funny, and end up just looking like a moron.
I'm short and skinny with no definition to any of my body parts.
My cock is proportional to the rest of me, so you can find someone bigger anywhere.

I can't dance very well.
Fact is, I don't move all that well either: I'm very prone to bumping into walls and that sorta thing.
I compare myself to others a lot: certain friends and people with talents and skills that I want.
I'm not good enough at a lot of things.
I believe I'm a god among men...or would be, if people weren't so stupid as to realize it.
I don't connect well with most people.
I don't have a ton of friends, or even a handful.
I can be pretty self-deprecating.
Some people might consider this a downside: I don't drink. (Then again, I'm only 20. I have time.

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My eyes are bad, so I wear glasses.
I'm not particularly attractive. My last girlfriend told me I was cute "in an awkward sort of way."
I'm a virgin.
I have no fashion sense.
I sometimes have real trouble functioning in conversation or in social gatherings.
I'm an atheist. Take that as you will.
I have trouble explaining myself.
I won't send roses.

I have higher standards than my looks can justify, but I'm not gonna change 'em because I won't let some asshat tell me that a certain person is "out of your league." The league system is bullshit. :D
My room's a mess.
I keep a lot of things to myself. I'm a very private person.
I'm a VERY picky eater.
Psst...Liberace was gay. Pass it on.