I'm Tall, dark and handsome - don't go off the pictures I'm just not photogenic.

I'm honest, well a part from that last sentence. Who I'm I kidding I'm a compulsive liar, see! even that's a lie because I'm not a compulsive liar at all, I do tell the truth sometimes.

I'm a genuine man - obviously, I didn't used to be a woman or anything like that.

Caring - yes, I am. Whilst managing a sweat factory in the Far East the temperature dropped to -5 degrees, as it does in the mountainous region. But, soft hearted me - I went out and bought all the children a pair of gloves to share. Obviously it came out of their wages, but it's the thought that counts. Hey! they were good gloves, top of the range, real leather and sheepskin lining - they cost the kids a months wages.

Intelligent - I'm a Professor of Nuclear and Astro-physics, I studied Philosophy at Cambridge University, I took a Doctorate in Physco-Analysis at Oxford University and I did my PhD. in Human Biology at Scunthorpe Polytechnic, Have I mentioned honest?

Likes:

I like strong, free-willed, fun loving women that are a little laid back and accept people for who they are.

dislikes:

Women that nick all the covers in winter and then dump them all on me in summer, women that choose Match of the Day to be the time they want to "talk".

So there I am, as you can see I'm quite a catch so reply to my messages or even make first contact yourself before somebody else snaps me up.

It would be one of two choices.

CHOICE ONE: I would send you a bunch of your favourite flowers a few hours prior to the date. I would have my driver pick you up and take you to the airport where we would board my private jet. You will be treated to champagne and good quality conversation centred around you and you alone. When we land in Paris I would take you to one of my five star restaurants, (depending on your taste in food). You will then be wined and dined and made to feel like a princess,that you obviously are, by myself and all my staff.

CHOICE TWO: meet you outside Pizza Hut talk about Preston North End and my ex all night, then pretend I've lost my wallet. ask for a lift home and if I can remember your name invite you up for "coffee or something".

The choice is yours. Ha! that's a lie the choice is mine.