Here we go

First post, I feel I should be being literary, but at this time on a Friday night I'm not up to it. What I'm actually doing is writing as I do with most of my free time and watching Life On Mars. I feel I should as huge numbers of people I work with are mourning the demise of Gene Hunt as solidly as if a member of royalty had just died.

I must be honest so am I, while the pretty the metrosexual male is great, there's something hugely attractive about the manly man, though I don't know how he'd feel about the pint of real ale in my hand right now. I'm not one for the violent side of life, or a fag after sex, but over the last couple of years I've come to learn the value of being protected.

I'm aware that's very anti feminist and that I'm contrary, I want to be protected, but not controlled, I hate being told what to do and how to think in spite of what some people seem to think, I don't like being controlled, so that mix of protective strong bloke who's relaxed enough to let me be myself is probably highly unlikely.

So long live Gene Genie, and the manly man.