I recently started volunteering at a local charity shop. As part of the application process, I was required to name two referees; during my first shift, the manager revealed that when she'd spoken to one of them, the father of an ex-girlfriend, he'd told her that I would've made a perfect son-in-law.
I suspect he was lying.
Not here to meet my soulmate (that's what Guardian Soulmates is for, surely?), but accidents will happen from time-to-time, I suppose. If you can hold a decent conversation over a glass of wine in the pub; if you would rather have too much, rather than not enough, of a good thing; if you like Saturday brunch, Sunday lunch, and weekends otherwise spent burning off the calories; and if you're open and open-minded, quick to laugh at yourself and the world, well-read and well-spoken, and maybe a little bit kinky to boot, then I suspect we'll get along just fine. And that's a pretty good start...