maxducati

About Me:

You can always send me a Telegram. Maxducati999. Things were tough where I grew up. You had two choices, down the mines or borstal. I chose the Hells Angels. After a few years I realised there was more to life than guns, drugs, rock and roll and women on tap, but not much. The Angels finally threw me out for giving them a bad name and I was forced to join the circus. It’s tough being a clown, no one sheds a tear for the jerk in the big nose. I thought my luck had changed when I was offered a proper job on the durex production line. Unfortunately I couldn't keep it up and soon found myself wandering the streets once again. Unloved, even dogs wouldn't relieve themselves in my tin cup. It was around this time that Robert Downey Jnr came to me in a dream but that’s another story. I woke up sore and stiff. This of course made me question my whole sexuality. Fortunately, being of sound mind and tough stuff I went where every other budding down and out went. The city of London. I was quickly recognised as a potential chairman for Barclays Bank Capital Markets and Merchant division. I rose through the ranks piling note upon note. I was a success. I was on top of the heap. I could afford limitless quantities of Quality Street. But it was not enough. I was on a path of self-destruction like no other being. Soon celebrations were disappearing up my nose and I was in danger of discovering that you had to unwrap them first. It was only a matter of time before I found myself up a dirty back alley…ashamed, I limped home to discover my wife in bed with the Swedish maid and I had no film left in my camera. A bitter blow and one few men ever really get over.

However, looking on the bright side of things I still have my sanity and for the more gullible if you read it backwards it tells the true story.

Pretty fit although probably due more to a fast metabolism than running up and down the street. (actually I do now do a fair bit of running up and down the street)
I am a bit of an exhibitionist and have a wicked streak. I have hair, I am not fat and I don't wear trainers. Neither do I eat or drink while walking in the street. I have some dreadfully bad habits, like asking direct questions at inappropriate times and I don't take too much that seriously.

Ideal Partner:

My ideal partner would be a woman that enjoys being a women, likes being treated as a woman and has a devilishly wicked side to her character.

It is remarkably unlikely that we have an opportunity to travel the world, hold hands walking down a tropical beach or even long lazy weekends in Paris, unless of course you are expert in deviousness and you can fool my wife into thinking something different. Admittedly I have in the past, but, not for the length of time the above scenarios suggest.

Please don't be judgemental, we neither have much right to be so, and be open minded. Intelligence, emotional as much as intellectual is much appreciated.

Please understand I am a scorpio by nature and have a ridiculously over active libido.

Update: anyone who thinks the 'general' information above has any place in reality maybe you should not message me........it was written of course with a tongue in my cheek and decency dictates I don't say whose.

Other Interests:

Museums / Galleries, Cars / Motorcycles, Music - Alternative, Music - Classical / Opera, Music - Rock, Politics, Literature / History, Motor Racing, Tennis / Racket Sports, Theatre / Ballet, Travel / Sightseeing, Movies / Cinema, Cooking, Food and Wine

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