*Your presence is requested, you've been invited out for an evening of fine dining and live music by yours truly.
If you don't have a well refined sense of humour, now would be a really good time to shove off, matey.
Ahoy, lass. AAAAAarrrrrrh!
I can be a coarse man.
An hundred e-mails that go nowhere trying to prove how confident you are?
I've been around the block more than once, honey. So please keep it real simple.
I've come to the point where I have realized that less is truly more.
So there you have it.
Anyhow, I know what I am not interested in.
Stupidity. Dizziness. Delusions of grandeur, illusions of greener grass. I want none of it.
I want a girl who is alive and kicking for the present.
Preferably a musician. But my God, if you have any sort of deep seated love for music that would be fine.
So we can exchange a couple notes, chat, or go for a walk or coffee or what have you.
All fine with me.
Should you find your curiosity well piqued please know that you are invited to come any of my public concerts and introduce yourself.
You could throw fish at me, or flowers, or simply introduce yourself and have a tea.