Id like to srart with a thank you to the kind lady who has just informed me that Ive spelt my site name wrong. . . .

Ho hum. . . . Cant be changed now as is chisled in the stone that is pof registration. . . . And if there was anything I could change right now its not really a priority.

But thank you all the same.

There are some nice girls on here. I know ive met some.

But my net remains empty and the lonely vigil by the waters edge continues.

Some have swam in and to be honest I've probably failed to appreciate their beauty and value.

Others have slipped through my fingers as i've tried to land them ashore. and I find myself surveying the stormy waters in the hope they may pass my way again.

Never say never a wise man said, and there are certainly some whose return I would gladly welcome.

Active hobbies involving theatre writing singing and playing various musical instruments fill the hours now my bones are telling me the days of rugby and football are past.

I've two young children barely of school age that live nearby and two teenagers in the south of england.

Granted i'm no oil painting. But i hope i compensate for that by being loyal loving and dependable. . Does that make me sound like a labrador???

I'm laid back non demanding and very non materialistic. . . A basket a blanket and a bone and i'm happy. . . Damn i do sound like a labrador!!!

There is a true romantic lay just beneath the surface. I'm sure that in a past life i was a wandering minstrel.
Teller of tales singer of songs searching for the fair maiden who would take my hand and walk with me into the sunset.

And really thats what i'm still looking for. Hopeful that beneath all the clutter of modern living there still remains the chance that faery tales can come true x

I cant actually remember when i last had a date as such. . .

Was saturday morning childrens cinema with a shared hotdog and a bag of popcorn i think. . . .

Anyone for a rerun of the aristocats?

. . . . . Just hope that it will be an ice breaker to allow us to get over those first time nerves. . . .

. . . . Feelings are too important to be crushed in a flurry of hasty conclusion. And Rome wasn't built in a day. x