I have a top pad in Mayfair, all my own hair (mostly), oodles of cash, drive a Lamborghini, do a big job in the City and am hung like a stallion*.
Unfortunately, I also have chronic halitosis, male-pattern baldness, am anally retentive, no personality to speak of and wear big trousers like Simon Cowell up to my armpits.
I would love to hear from any women with low - or better still no -standards.
Did I mention I have lots of money? Oh, and the big sports car. Don't forget that.
Lines are open now.
* shetland pony