No crazy women, please.
If your boyfriend or previous dates think that a 7 course meal is a bucket of Kentucky fried chicken and a six-pack of bud or if he thinks that sexual foreplay is a half hour of begging and then slipping off your shoes or if your Halloween pumpkin has more teeth than your last date, then you need to Kick them all aside.
I am college educated, well travelled and I own my own business, but I am still a kid at heart. I can debate world politics at a black-tie event or I can crack the funniest jokes all night at the local pub.
I have done loads of amazing things in my life, from Scuba diving in Zanibar, Bungi Jumping in Victoria Falls, White Water Rafting, Trekking with Silver Back Gorillas in The Congo, Paragliding in Mauritius, skiing in the Alps, skinny dipping in the Indian Ocean and Safari in the Serengeti and I am not done yet. When was the last time you did something for the first time? I am here to find somebody who is not afraid to try new things.
I am a bit of a Gordon Ramsay in the kitchen. My cooking is so tasty, by the time we have finished with dinner you will want to kiss me. However, since the food will likely be laced with garlic I probably won't want to kiss you.
When the weather is good, I enjoy the odd game of golf. While I aspire to be Tiger Woods on the golf course, I don't suffer from his levels of off-course "addiction".
You can feed me Fillet Steak, Lobster Thermidor, McDonalds or even Abracabra's finest taco fries, I am easy to please and good with any of them.
Oh, by the way, that last profile you just checked out a few minutes ago, he is a waster, I just saw him on crimewatch. So, if you want to check him out, you will find him in Mountjoy prison next week.
If you like to hit men, are overly jealous or you have drink or drug problems and your life is a mess, do NOT contact me.
Only profiles with a photo will get a reply, otherwise I will assume you are some old geezer disguised as a cute chick (online), living in your basement, swinging on your rocking chair, playing the banjo, petting your chicken and trying to lure me into some weird trap.