Wrong on all counts. This person is a blizzard of emotions whereas I am a man. I only feel the three H's. Hatred, horny and hungry, and I'm fifty. Horny left about a decade ago and I'm too tired to hate any more. Judging by my gut, hungry is the only feeling I got left.
Other than that, I am the ideal man; completely dead inside and yet charmingly sarcastic with wit drier than the Sahara. Plus I totally nail being stoic. My upper lip is so stiff, coroners use it to determine time of death.
I certainly do not sit in the dark, secretly wanting a hug, but filled with too much pride to ever admit it.
Whoever said that is a liar.