FludgetLargerLorry - Help I live on the Isle of Wight By Mistake. Amused femme fatale required.

Lover, adventurer & a colossus amongst the literati, I illuminate the landscape of consciousness like a new age of enlightenment but do have a flaky bit of skin on my knee and cry like a baby on wobbly ladders. Fascinated by the world around me, I have penchant for music that nobody else wants to listen to and a lack of dress sense that others have found to border upon the offensive.
Truly a master of unfounded confidence and never afraid to shout, I like to think of myself as a literary genius and hugely accomplished lover. No one else shares my opinion but I've never been convinced by undeniable facts.
Are you looking for a man who works odd shifts, sits tapping away at a computer, shouts at the telly when you least expect it and refuses to walk the dog? Are you woman enough to manage an insatiable and yet almost entirely unwelcome libido. Then look no further!
Imagine, if you will, being annoyed by your partners obsession with whacked out music and his puppy like exuberance? Consider being perpetually warn down by his incessant whining about “the scourge of capitalism” or, even more excitingly, being genuinely frightened by his firm and oft expounded theory that “we're all being farmed?”
I know? Sounds great doesn't it?
But what if he was also an honest, warm, funny man who just wanted to watch his kids thrive, find the right person and be happy?