"How bloody typical of men,” you might say to a friend egging you on in your fishing expedition, “This one’s put 'sex' in his headline thinking it'll get our attention”.

Well, girls, here’s what I say...

Job done!

But I'd also say that in some ways you lovely lot are the stronger sex.

Hello. Paul here... of blue eyes, fit frame, and mellifluous voice. And a cute bum — like two eggs in a hankie a friend said, once.

(I took it she meant hard-boiled, not scrambled.)

Used to work in Marketing Communications... ad agencies, design studios and PR consultancies. But now, fully rehabilitated from all that 'type-A' corporate striving malarkey, I'm in business for myself, helping others make money on the Internet. Quite successfully, too.

As for my interests, I guess you could say they embrace life, the Universe and everything, really. In particular, the Online Life and PSYCHOLOGY: that infinitely fascinating universe inside our heads.

But NO, that does NOT make me a self-diagnosing Anal-Retentive web wonk with chronic RSI and poor social skills forever unable to get a girlfriend.

That said, never have done the married-with-kids thing. "He can't mate in captivity," friends tease.

Got nothing against children — adore my nieces — but in the long-term relationships I've had, playing father to my own, rebellious Inner Child has proved parenting enough, I suppose.

The upside of all this for you, of course, is that I come with about as much baggage as a carousel at a fog-bound Heathrow in the middle of an Air Traffic Controllers' strike. (Pre Terminal 5, that is.)

When we meet, you'll find me warm, witty, affectionate, and much more SELF-AWARE than your average visitor from Planet Bloke. Meaning I'm open, dead easy to talk to, and refreshingly GAME-FREE.

So you'll always feel you can be your real self around me... luxuriating in a deep, authentic connection when we're being intimate... pillow-talking or pillow-fighting. I'm a pusssycat, really.

Could that mean I'm in touch with my feminine side, you may well ask. Well... yeah, I guess. Heck, I'd even rather watch your Ally McBeal DVDs than Match of the Day.

I'd watch Sex and the City, too, but that scares the pants off my precious libido... or scares the pants ON, should I say. ;-)

So then... what’s my heart’s desire?

Simply a striking, sassy, self-aware, challenging woman...

...for a trading of text, a meeting of minds, a touching of souls, and — ahem — a pressing of flesh.

If you reckon you are that very gal, I want you to get tap-tap-tapping away at a message without further ado. Although, please, do make it more than a limp line or two. Really engage me.

HOWEVER...

If you don't live in England within an hour’s drive of B30 (M42/J3)... or you don't have a photo... or u dun yr dscrpshn wiv txt spk lol... kindly browse on by without so much as a syllable. Many thanks.

Warmly

Paul