This is all very flattering girls but the truth is my heart belongs to wasasister. If the patience of that gorgeous long suffering woman holds we may meet sometime this year and sail the unchartered sea of love.
I know this will come as a great blow but it's for the best (except for poor wasasister)
Now all of you stop having impure, lustful fantasies about me and go back to your boyfriends and lovers. Am I a prize to be bargained with like some exotic toyboy? Am I some pretty boy pinup to be printed on the ironing board covers of bored and frustrated housewives? Am I some egotistical male chauvinist riding the backlash against politically corrected new age guys? .. yeah well, maybe the last one .. ooo 'riding the backlash sounds good .. uhem.. where wasa i? .. oh yeah ..
that photo is a dud I tell ya! Don't get all hot and bothered over silly photos .. Hippikon stuffed it up .. i look much uglier than that .. just ask anybody! ... that's just the outside .. inside i'm even uglier .. i scratch my crotch when i think no ones looking .. i can't read a book without leaving coffee and vegemite stains on every second page .. i fart uncontrollably and blame the cat .. i've never slept on a waterbed or satin sheets in my life .. everything i know about love i learned from ancient chinese and indian texts .. i can't drink much beer, two or three pints and i wanna fall asleep .. my memory's shot .. my lifes a mess and so's my room .. i fart iuncontrollably and blame the cat .. oops i said that already .. told ya my memory's shot ..
oh dear, i think i just scared wassa away too :(