Experimentalist, lovable smart-ass, self-confessed idiot.
Raised on a diet of Rock, Metal, Ska, Dance, Chili Con Carne, Jalapeños and a total disrespect for gravity, I am a complex creature with simple needs:
Open honesty, excellent communication, delicious food, engaging sex and inspiring adventures... and a damn good laugh.
I have the manners of a gentlemanly saint, but the humour and mind of a devilish rascal.
I am not a fan of unnecessary formality and generally wear flip-flops or skate shoes whenever possible, yet am perfectly comfortable in a suit and am told "scrub up quite nicely". I consider myself mentally agile and adaptable enough to instigate a zombie apocalypse survival plan at any given moment, even with the added pressure of sub-optimal footwear. I am also keenly aware that pancake day is the only day each year when it is permissible to be a tosser.
I believe all relationships should be based on Communication, Honesty, Trust & Respect.
Being somewhat a little old skool with some values, I do read full profiles and return the courtesy of a message.
I'm the last person anybody needs to be shy around, so I look forward to hearing from you.
*Master to Mr. Bratfinger (amateur DJ, brat taming enthusiast and sadistic little gobshite).
This is always an in person conversation.
Thank you, thank you, I'm glad you acknowledge the exquisite flouncing and the efforts made in creating such an artistic performance.
I'd like to give special thanks to both Ben and Jerry for creating such delicious breakfast materials and giving me the strength to work through the hard days... Read more… God for granting me with so many incredible talents along with the modesty to remain humble about how awesome I am... finally, I give extra special thanks and all the appreciation and accolades of this magnificent award to my agent, @PixieDust as it would be unnecessarily rude of me to allow my reckless attention seeking behaviour to divert focus away from the real star of the show; @PixieDust, you're the best.
Last ditch attempt at getting the brattiest Dom award. Actually, I've decided I no longer want it and you can't make me have it. 😝
Dear Santa,
A man who says he slides down chimneys but doesn't get a speck of soot on him is simply not to be trusted.
I've been very naughty and I'd do it all again.... You judgemental chimney-raiding bastard.
Psue.