14/2/07 - Title: safe offer

Hello, City Boy
(I wish I’d known your name so my greeting would not sound like I am a white man male driver giving some unwanted attention to a passing-by female, but that’s how you call yourself in a paper, so what can I do? )
You seem to be a big star in the London Paper, I keep reading letters in praise of you! I am sure it is nothing comparing to your real job and probably doesn’t excite you in the slightest. Hang on, what if you are just pretending to work in the City, but in fact you are, say, Ed who works in Inland Revenue and are just practicing your journalist skills? (I am just painfully aware of the need to fill gaps in the newspaper and the columnists just churning out stuff for the sake of it)
Anyway. Your point about gold-diggers. Tough shit, might I say. Equally difficult as finding a good man, who cooks, cleans, is good-looking and also intelligent and not just “into sport”.
So if you are in desperate need for a non-gold digger type of female company, you are welcome to rely on me, be you a real City boy or Ed from Inland Revenue: I have sorted it out long ago and am married, so I don’t need a man (and his money, for that matter). And I always pay for my drinksJ If you are looking for a date though, then I cannot be of any help. (But that’s probably is what you are looking for, so you can discard my proposition altogether and I will not be offended. I just wrote to you for the sheer hell of it, in a kinda friendly way)
Anyway, Good luck, everybody who I know is looking for love, so you are not alone
(but londonpaper readers shouldn’t probably have pity on you for all your grand lifestyle, but if you are from Inland Revenue, then – our condolences)