Usually, the kind of people who stare into the mirror, 20 times a day, telling themselves how handsome they are.
They reek of Lynx Africa and reasonably priced 1990's aftershave.
They drive a leased 3 series BMW, and think every MILF in the wine bar he drinks in, wants to go to bed with him. He'll have that Norah Jones record from 20 years ago on his car stereo, and have a wardrobe of 6 suits, of differing shades of grey. His teeth will be veneered, and his forearms will be covered in those shite Maori tattoos, that look like they've been done with a black marker pen.
His love interests will be himself, and a vacuous 32 year old girlfriend called Kylie.
In short, a twat.