Charlies, that so lovely of you! I'm feeling a bit fat and fed up, so have momentariy lost my mojo! Yes I though that young Scottish lad's poem was sweet too, but I was trying to be all scary, so saying so didn't fit with the Morticia Adams persona I had ging on in my head! I think I may go back to scraping barrels to find men that are always happy to look up to me, even when I'm pre-menstrual! Or just go for the f*&% buddy thing again when I can be arsed. It's all a bit too complicated for me, this trying to find a good match!