Whenever a lad hits up on me and asks me where I came from, I always tell them I came from a floating island in Gulliver's Travels. They laugh. Those little bastards don't know it's Laputa. Guess I'll have to change my address, whaddya think?

Snogging and having a leg over in the car while a lovely music is on sends me on cloud 9. It's what I call the feeling of reaching ecstasy - that moment when I forget who I am and I just want to have more.

I am just chuffed that you took some interest in my profile. I’m curious what caught your attention in particular. Why don’t you message me what it is and let’s spend some time talking about it. I’d prefer if we can talk during the wee hours ...

To the man who loves to waste his time reading different profiles, why not spend your time sending a message instead? I mean you have more chances of having the attention of at least one lass if you send your message too many. Try it now, and send me...

I'm not usually helpless but when it comes to sex, I can't help but give in to my weakness. From time to time, I wish to have a saviour who'll make me forget my name as we have a great night touching and kissing each other under the moonlight.