(Note - Occasionally I will be somewhere else, and I always change this dependent on where I am at the time, I haven't moved away from London)
I use a wheelchair. I hate the fact I have to mention this but apparently it's important. Doesn't bother me though, so I don't see why it should you. Please note, wheelchair does not mean paraplegic. My body has all the right notes, just not necessarily in all the right order (Kudos if you get the reference)
My sexual tastes are varied but usually rather kinky. This may seem odd to put so close to the top. It's mostly to appease the idiots on here who just want to know anything that's going to put them off. If you're actually wanting to read a profile properly, carry on - I might say something worthwhile at some point
I'm single. I'm not very good at being single though. I'm trying to get better at it, as I don't think you know what's right for you if you can't but I still can't help looking wishfully for something
I like sport (though clearly not practically very often), music (mostly indie and rock, but anything's good) and generally chilling with friends. We have a lot of parties here. I'm also a damn good cook. And a little bit of a food snob. Which irritates people, but I don't realise I'm doing it. (My Mother has taken to hitting me any time I talk about a "creme anglaise")
I am acerbic, opinionated and sarcastic, but then so are most people on here seemingly. There. We have one thing in common. Feel free to try and find more. Generally come across as a wanker, but I am genuinely lovely if you don't bring out my mildly sociopathic tendencies...
I'm not very good at diplomacy either... never ask me a question unless you want anything other than brutal honesty
I have no idea what I'm looking for, but if it's tall, it'll probably do (Height tends to be my one REALLY shallow trait, sorry =/)
I reply to all messages, but only in blunt terms. I hope SOMEONE reads this and sees something in it...
I'm also trying to not be as ludicrous and frivolous as I would usually be in profile texts, but I have the urge to tell you a joke.
How do you turn a duck into a soul singer?
Put it in the microwave until its Bill Withers.