The Hobgothlin of this story is a merry humorous fellow, he likes nothing better than to have a sociable drink, travel, read books, blogging, play video games and generally have lots of adventures, if they include svelte faeries or curvy amazons then he never complains. He's a hobgothlin that likes to be a little bit avant-garde, loves his music, likes to converse on all manner of things and one who is quite frankly missing waking up with someone whilst snuggling and softly chatting on a Sunday morning (and other days of course!).
He realised though that in the big scary world of online dating hobgothlins weren't always going to be everybody's cup of dragons toe tea. It was a world of handsome tall princes and dashing heroes, how on earth could he compete? (He wasn't prepared to buy stilts so opted for New Rock boots instead.)
Well being a thoroughly positive type he decided to rely on his wit, cuteness and the rather large dagger he kept down his trousers. Hopefully one day someone would come along that liked a bit of goblin ... ahem I mean liked him because was a bit different from the norm. The hobbit part of him wanted to live happily ever after in a cosy nook by the sea with the girl of his dreams.
The goblin part of him preferred dungeons with whips and chains.... Oh my !
But that is another story!
That's the fun bit of fiction over with, lets be honest the devil isn't in the detail - its in the photos and sadly people make decisions based on imagery.
*If I've looked at your profile a few times, it doesn't mean I'm stalking it means you've cropped up in quickmatch which I have no control over.
*If I message you then I feel its only polite to respond, as I would if anyone messaged me, even if its a 'sorry you don't seem to be my type'.