Simply put, I'm me - and I like me; which is just as well, I suppose, as I have to live with myself. You, on the other hand, have a choice; perhaps you'll like me too; perhaps not. Regardless of the seriousness of my quest, which has probably led me to write an overly-serious profile, I am a man who is fun to be around. I am not at all comfortable in high heels and a little black dress [hopefully you are], but I wear a dinner jacket handsomely, and welcome the opportunity to 'dress up'. I remain very much a 'proper Englishman gentleman' despite living in Canada for over 15 years now [Ontario, Manitoba and, since 2004, Quebec] ;) Given, sadly, that so many people here are 'economical with the truth' in their profiles, I should perhaps state that mine is wholly accurate.
Being able to love and care for someone unconditionally, other than my children, doesn't make me unique, but it does seem to put me in a small minority. I am a natural leader, very sociable, and' people person', but I also recognise when to be no more than a fellow team member or to follow another's lead; awareness and adaptability dusted with a light coating of humility. ;) I'm one of life's genuinely 'nice' people, but certainly not 'vanilla'.
If I wrote you a note would I get a reply, that’s not rude or abusive - or simply says ‘hi’?
‘Cos I’m tired of the games and the lies that abound, on this site where the truth is not easily found.
A decade old photo, a husband still ‘there’, they’re broke or they’re sickly or lacking in flair.
They enjoy all the letters that flatter them so - from men who are shallow, who flit to and fro
From one date to the next as they seek out their victim, but she’s equally daft - well, she did pick him!
And so life goes on in this pond full of frogs, of princesses who’ve given up heels for worn clogs,
‘I think you look hot’ is the call of the day, such eloquence should scare the wary away,
But instead it would seem that such tickles the fancy of Clara and Linda - and even of Nancy?
I won’t be a part of such trivial flattery, but nor do I want to be scratched by the cattery;
I simply seek out someone real, someone ‘nice’, someone honest and true, selective and wise
Who, when my eyes fall on her face every morning, does not bear the stamp of a Government Warning
I’ll think of my luck at discovering this lass, one so special she chose me from out of the mass.
Of the hopeful, the hopeless, the dull and the dreary, and all those ‘good folk’ who make me so weary
Of writing and chatting and dating and such, the pleasures of yore are now not so much.
But I know I must seek if I still wish to find not a skiff but a veritable Golden Hind.
So please, if my profile - that’s honest and true – holds a handful of interest, a slight rosy hue,
Then pen a few words, as I’ve tried to do here, and give this fair prince a measure of cheer