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31 Exeter, UK Man


I’m looking for

  • Women who like men
  • Ages 21–36
  • Located anywhere
  • Who are single
  • For new friends, long-term dating, short-term dating, casual sex

My Details

Last Online
Today – 10:16pm
5′ 8″ (1.73m)
Body Type
Strictly vegetarian
Agnosticism, but not too serious about it
Libra, but it doesn’t matter
Graduated from med school
Relationship Status
Relationship Type
Doesn’t have kids, but might want them
Has dogs and likes cats
English, French

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My self-summary
Write a little about yourself. Just a paragraph will do.
I'm a decent, kind and responsible person - but don't mistake that for being 'normal', 'average' or quiet. I'm far more interesting than that! For better or worse, I'm intense, passionate, driven and highly unconventional in many ways, but with a generous dollop of emotional intelligence, compassion and morality. I like being me, it's fun!
What I’m doing with my life
Don’t overthink this one; tell us what you’re doing day-to-day.
You know that big, ambitious business project everyone wants to do one day? I did it this year, all on my own, after four years of work to bring it about. It's eaten up my entire life, in 70hr week bites, since about April, but it's working splendidly. With one of my lifetime's ambitions fulfilled, I'm feeling rather chuffed. Shame about the free time, I used to enjoy that, but who needs a social life when you have OKC and wifi, right?
I’m really good at
Go on, brag a little (or a lot). We won’t judge.
My job (I'm a vet - what else did you think I was doing in the scalpel-and-injured-streetdog photo??)
Knowing random facts about obscure things and not knowing why
Emotional intelligence
Fixing things
Writing stories
The first things people usually notice about me
I’m an empty essay… fill me out!
My friendly nature?
My good manners?
But mainly my incredibly cute pet dog.
Favorite books, movies, shows, music, and food
Help your potential matches find common interests.
1984 by George Orwell
Khartoum by Michael Asher
Alien by Ridley Scott
On The Beach by Stanley Kramer (1959)
2001 by Stanley Kubrick
Letters From Iwo Jima by Clint Eastwood

Anything by Arthur C Clarke, Robert Westall, Wilbur Smith or George Orwell. Or by me. I had a short story published this year. Which makes me really famous and clever.

When I'm not trying to impress young ladies on internet dating sites, I'll also admit to being a huge fan of the Muppet Christmas Carol and daft Will Ferrell comedies.

I'll think of dozens of others as soon as I finish typing.

Royksopp, The Dandy Warhols, Creedence Clearwater Revival, Elgar, North Face... don't ask me too much about music, it's not a big thing for me. Except cheesy Christmas pop - bring it on!
The six things I could never do without
Think outside the box. Sometimes the little things can say a lot.
The outdoors
The ocean
A challenge
The Most Private Thing I'm Willing To Admit
I spend a lot of time thinking about
Global warming, lunch, or your next vacation… it’s all fair game.
Running my business
World War Two.
Similarities of the above.
Who's making the next cup of tea?
How humans are wrecking the earth and it'd be best to cull 90% of us. But not me. Obviously.
What was it like standing here exactly one thousand years ago?
The universe, time, cosmology, evolution, sentience and whether there's a god (answer = maybe)
Whether the law of fuck yes applies:
...and whether I'm brave enough to apply it when it comes to the crunch.
Am I the only one on here who hasn't had a trendy professional photo shoot done?
Why are all my good matches in Cardiff? Damn you, Bristol Channel!
On a typical Friday night I am
Netflix and takeout, or getting your party on — how do you let loose?
At work. Still.
The most private thing I’m willing to admit
I’m an empty essay… fill me out!
Read the questions! Or you can just ask me, I'm an open book outside of a publicly accessible profile.
You should message me if
Offer a few tips to help matches win you over.
If you feel inclined to. I've decided I should reply to everyone from now on, as it's only polite - and we shouldn't judge someone by the attractiveness of their internet dating profile, should we?

Particularly if you have a heart, a brain and a body.

Especially if you regard being wrapped in neoprene and immersed in salt water as a pleasure comparable to warm cotton sheets or the passionate embrace of a lover.

Definitely, if you've browsed my questions and feel we might enjoy, er... similarly naughty things.


This is a story about internet dating, set in Berlin at the end of the Second World War. Yes. I wrote it for the amusement of my fellow OKCupiders.

Thanks for reading my profile - enjoy :-)

The wound was deep, and he knew it would be the end of him. The deep arterial blood boiled out of it with each quickening heartbeat, and an unnatural cold crept in to his extremities. His head begun to spin and he slumped back against the concrete wall, the angle sheltering him from the unseen sniper whose embedded round would soon take his life. The sounds of battle sounded oddly dim and distant now, the occasional crack of dirt sent leaping in to the air by rounds skimming off the pavement were something to be observed, not feared. Through the door of the flat opposite he knew his family were sheltering, blankets pulled right over their heads, the children gently sobbing. After a thousand miles of retreat, the war had reached his own home. His legs began to tremble, and he knew that his life would not stretch long enough to protect his family from the Soviet soldiers who were now working their way towards them through the smoke and rumble at the east end of Potsdam Strasse. Already he could hear their cries and see shadowed figures dashing through the rolling smoke cloud not two hundred yards away. The clanking of unseen tank tracks and the angry howl of revving diesel engines played a demonic accompaniment to their grinding advance. The anger and hatred of all the world was descending in fire and steel upon Berlin, and Hans would be consumed by it. With the final effort of his life, he pushed himself off the wall, letting the rifle slip clattering from his hands to the pavement,step by agonising step. The world rocked and swayed as he lurched towards that familiar doorway. Another sniper's round slashed through the skin of his arm, and with the last vestige of strength he collapsed through the entrance. His wife knelt beside him, and for the last time in all eternity their gazes met. Those kindly blue eyes were all he could perceive now, the smoke and the shouting and the crump of explosions lost to his dying sentience. His lips peeled open, and a last message to the love of his life escaped them. With croaking, fading voice, he imparted the words to the soul he would leave behind, helpless in this apocalypse - "lol Hi how r u Hun :) xx"

Please, send me a proper message.