Well Hallo there, where do i start? I`m into most things young blokes are into these days, model railway, stamp collecting, and naturally, Dr Who. Setting too higher goals in life can only lead to dissapointment I believe, who want`s all that? Aim low and everyday is like winning the lottery I reckon, and then, when the drugs wear off, you have a good ole cry! No, honestly, I`ll be happy to own a pair of comfortable slippers one day, my life would`nt have been in vain that way.
What makes me unique? I used to be a woman, what a bleedin nightmare that was! You have my sympathy ;o)
Music? Love it, Max Bygraves is rarely ever off the ole ipod, they`re banging on about Michael Jackson, don`t make me laugh. Did he record the the Toothbrush Song?
I don`t think so!!

First date? Well, arrive fasionably late, naturally (bout half hour should do it) It`s december remember, you`re stood there with blue lips and knocking knees and when finally I do arrive I blame it all on public transport, when actually I drove. It`ll probably be a restuarant, I like them ones in Asdas (cracking value and a romantic atmosphere to boot) But hey, since it`s a first date, so lets go mad. A Harvester it is!!
Over a few drinks we`ll exchange plesantrys and I shall no doubt tell you how beautuful you look whilst sectretly thinking "She looks alot nicer in her profile, when did she loose an eye?" With all that ole rhubarb out the way, by now we probably would have worked up quite an appitite, so we make our way to the restaurant.
We order and then wait an eternity for the wrong food to arrive, and even when it does we find yours burnt and my steaks so rare it`s still chewin grass!!
You can rest assured that throughout the meal I will do my best to whine constantly about the lousy food and terrible service and vow never to come back here again!
After dinner we probably would have got to know each other a little better, to the point where i`ll feel totally comfortable in downing 14 gin and tonics, question lifes very meaning, tell you how beautiful you are, again, and sob uncontrollably.
So how about it?
This Friday?