What can I say...basically I have lived the last 23 years of my life like any other man. First few years were spent mainly drawing stick men and riding tricycles, finger painting and poking the green Crayola's up my nose. Somewhere along the line I learnt the alphabet!
I then took a bit of an interest in History and played with toy dinosaurs - most of which ended up being thrown at my sister. By age 10 I developed an unhealthy obsession with living underwater and became the worlds best underwater basket weaver. I even helped rehabilitate orphaned fish and once pulled a tooth out a shark to make a necklace with.
By early teens I was into fictional writing, mainly love letters and once a speech for Tony Blair - A year later he was elected...Oops, my bad.
Then the internet came along. MSN messenger took over the world, and now here we are. Plenty of fish!

Disclaimer:- Some of these stories may be exaggerated, but there is some truth behind them ;)

I'd call you over to my table in the coffee shop as you stroll in, only for you to see me talking with the local old guy who smells a bit odd (it was the only semi-free table in the place!). You put up with it, you drink your coffee, i drink my hot chocolate with marsh mallows (not keen on coffee, remember that!). We then take a leisurely stroll through the town as you try and decide where you'd like to eat, we settle on the cliche cinema though. Our first disagreement erupts. I don't want to see a smoochie chick flick, you don't want a horror. I kiss you, which shuts you up for a minute then you try to hide a smile but blush a little. You feel butterflies in your stomach.
The film is hilarious, the older couple in front tells us to keep the noise down, but your laugh is so bad it keeps setting me off again. A little shuffle by you and your head touches my shoulder (didn't see that coming) so I give a little yawn and next thing I have my arm around you. (bet you didn't see that one coming either) The film ends, we get up and have a giggle at most of the tub of popcorn on the floor - Wow you're a messy eater! By this time, neither of us are hungry as the monstrous bag of Starmix has settled in. We walk towards the car, our hands locked together. A few more laughs are shared, I make you blush a little more. We engage in the most heartwarming hug and you compare my hug to your favorite teddy. Our noses rub a little and our lips touch for a short time and we you stare into my eyes smiling. You then realise I'm 6"2 and you only ever date midgets and we go our separate ways.