“I build skyscrapers. Big, gigantic, MASSIVE skyscrapers. Chicago, Bangcock, Tokyo, Sidney - I’ve built ‘em all! My shrink seems to think that I do it to compensate for my inadequacies, but when I look down I am so well hung, I don’t know how much more “massive” I can get without using a wagon when I walk. I’m rich, famous, and fantastic looking. I’m a strapping young lad, and many far-sighted women tell me up close I have the chiseled features of the Greek god Apollo. In fact, I am sooo good looking, when I walk down the street all the girls swoon – and most of them faint dead away. I have to send my staff ahead of me to catch the fainters before they all fall and hurt themselves. So, as you can see, I have a heart, too. Beginning to get the picture? I’m the kind of great guy your parents want you to marry, your brother wants to be like, and who has been in your dreams since you were just a little girl. If you email or IM me I’ll reply to you, but if you’re looking for sex… hey babe: I’ll have to try to fit you on my list! I’m smart, witty and irreverent – and that’s while I’m sleeping! When I am awake I am a suave and extraordinary lover, always ready to tickle your fancy – and whatever other part of your anatomy you care to leave exposed. But watch out: I’ve swept many a fair maiden off her feet… and you may just find yourself falling in love with me – or at least with all the wonderful words I put on your PC!

My Ideal Person:
The proverbial “needle in the haystack” I�m sick of being accosted by beautiful models and ambitious starlets. I;m looking for someone very special: a plain, average sort of girl, maybe a little overweight or getting there. The kind of girl who will never leave me. Or…if she does decide to leave me, I won�t care. “

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