How refreshing. "He came down the stairs hard, and stopped at the large mirror that took up much of the living room. 'Me," he thought. "Goddamn, i love me. I love my wavy black hair and my hazel eyes. I love the way my pecs press manishly against my muscle shirt, and the way my butt looks in these jeans. I love the way I don't look gay at all.' he then sped out of the room for his date, not noticing he had left his fly down."