Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thy feet art more fluffy than the darling buds of May
Peter Parker once said 'You don't trust anyone, that's your problem.' But you can trust me.

Good dawning to thee, friend,

I'm a sweet gentleman, who likes nothing more than knitting with the right man (or men - love is such a beautiful rose that no man shalt supress the branches that doth sprawl.).

None of my current partners understand me. I need to meet somebody special - somebody I really connect with.
The first thing people usually notice about me is my stable personality, closly followed by my smashing warts. I hope you will find my warts to be as special as new born kittens, and my moles as awesome as the first moon landing.

I work as a scout, helping disabled people. This allows me to exercise my skills: arresting bad guys and surfing sniffles. My idol is Ebola Virus. When I'm struggling with my job, I think of Ebola Virus and feel inspired to continue. I once saw Ebola Virus at a petrol station, so I feel we have a deep connection - almost spiritual, like the mist on an autumn day, or similar.

My life goals include:
Use a spider web as a parachute
Write a sonnet that captures your beauty
Become the best scout I can be
Help all the disabled people in the world
If you're the right man for me, you'll be loving and charming. You won't be afraid to bum my bottom and will have a healthy respect for polygomy.

My ideal date would involve baking in Vale Of Glamorgan with a curvaceous man by my side. While we're there, I write poetry about your fluffy feet under the light of the moon.

The right man's smile will light up my day like somebody igniting a sparkler on a particularly stormy November 5th. Your fluffy feet will make me tremble like sitting on a park bench when a double decker bus rattles by.

Go web! Fly! Up, up, and away web! Shazaam! Go! Go! Go web go! Tally ho.

Until younder

Angus