hi am an honest down to earth guy looking for new friends and possibly relationship i enjoy going for walks or drives in the country going out for a drink nights in cuddled up watching a film listening to music from classical to dance but mainly motown, northern soul

Why do women all think the same?
And it’s usually me that is to blame
They say that the nature of every man
Is out to get just what he can
The opposite of me is true
If I get the chance to really show you
I have my faults without a doubt
And sometimes leave my clothes about
Why do women say that looks do not matter?
When tall dark and handsome what they are really after
They say that beauty is only skin deep
And when looks were given out I was bottom of the heap
I wish I was about six foot two
And then for some women I might just do
Age and height are just numbers to me
But women look on these as a stumbling tree
Cosy nights on the sofa just watching TV
It’s the simple things in life I’m after you see
I’m not trying to get you into my bed
But into your heart will do me in stead
Honest, loving and caring that’s me
If the right kind of woman really exists well we will see
Perhaps I should stop my search for this person
She does not exist of that I am certain
One who would love me for who I am
And not compare me to another man
Women with good looks I’ve had in the past
But these kind of women just don’t seem to last
They soon get tired of an old guy like me
And start to look for younger men see
If you like my poem, then just give me a shout
And perhaps one day I just might take you out

a coffe or a quite drink and take it from there am open to anything