i’ve decided to think about changing my mind about posting my stories as they are written. not unusual if you knew me, this changing of the mind, but unless you’ve met me dear reader, you may not know me. if you haven’t met me, let me introduce myself.
i’m 28, 6 foot 6 with strong wide shoulders, long wavy brown hair with a chiseled face of a greek like god. i have a mercedes cl800 and i use it to it’s best advantage. some might think that means driving, but when you’re a single stud muffin around town, that’s not what it’s best for. i own a couple of properties, and live in a third one. beachfront at mermaid beach and parking for the other three cars and bikes in the underground garage. my claim on this blog that i’m married is just a ruse to soften the hard boiled sleaze bucket attack that i’m famous for.
my attack is targeted at age appropriate women of all kinds, if you’re a woman and an appropriate age and your near me, you might be next. you have to be sparklingly good looking and have an all over tan. your hair colour, size and martial status can vary but there is one key point i look for. you have to be breathing, catch my eye and reciprocate my advances. oh and you should be reasonably shallow and easily impressed by my lovely car and let’s get together lines.
my goodness i hear you cry ( especially if you’re female ) how can i meet such a complete master of his own sexuality and share in his, while exposing my own, good fortune. well it’s easy ( so am i for that matter ) just send me an email or leave a comment below and when you’re next on the gold coast we can meet up. i’ll buy you an expensive, some say ridiculously overpriced dinner by the sea, swamp you with gifts and swish you off your feet, into my car first of all and then into my two story jacuzzi. this watery love cocoon has it’s own bar, sound system and heated towel rack, it’s a beauty. if you can’t help be impressed by all that, well you’re the woman for me.
after you’ve been disappointed, you’ll then have to make the decision as whether i’m the man for you – again. some say money isn’t everything.
bullshit – of course it is. i should know i have a shit load.