Well, the story begins like this. I’m mistaken for a girl on a somewhat regular basis, usually from behind and/or a distance. Well, the other day I had gone to the office supply store with Mickey when the clerk told her how much she looks like her ‘mother’ (this might be confusing to some - I’m a boy, Mickey is a girl) I think she must have been badly traumatized by the event, since she can’t think about it without laughing even yet.
Anyway, it appealed to her sense of humor to celebrate the event with a special ‘Father’s Day’portrait. She worked long and hard on this - she’s been experimenting for the past year with the copy of Creative Suite 5 I gave her when I upgraded, and I think she’s completed the DVD tutorial. Based directly on a rather wind-blown photograph. And my hair really is that unruly. Ubiquitous black warm-up suit - I wear black a lot, just not for any actual reason. I’m just like a Cherokee Ninja! Ubiquitous bare feet not visible.
Useless Technical information: I was once told that I have something called paedogenesis, although I’m not sure if I remember the term correctly. Paedogenesis describes when a new species or sub-species retains as adults characteristics seen in the young of its parent species, and I’m not sure it applies to random individuals. I do remember that, whatever it is, it is most common in Asians and especially Native Americans. The short answer is that I’m just one of those people who always look much younger than their actual age. Just a coincidence that I’m called Bilbo, mind you!
Useless Historical Information: I worked my way through college, from day one of my freshman year through a Master’s Degree, as an artist’s model. The instructor in charge of models used to tell me things like ‘You look just like a little brown elf!’ I am 5'7 (170 centimeters) btw. I realized some time later that I had only just turned 15 when I started to college and probably should not have been doing that