Asher (65) from Cheshire

Hi!

My name is Asher.

I am not quite in my late 50s, Im 5'4" with short, dark blonde hair.

I have a quirky sense of humour and am not as slim as I was in my youth when I was considered quite a stunner, but I can still cut quite a dash! Im not the fashion victim I was in my 20s and 30s but my enduring sense of style and input from my kids ensures that I have yet to grow old gracefully. I also love wearing jeans and I guess this comes from being a child of the 60s. I have no time for sports of any kind. I am also pretty good at DIY. I tiled my bathroom once. Ive often joked that if I owned an electric drill I would be totally self-sufficient. Thats if I could lift it.

I live close to Sale and I have been single for 20 years, during which time my daughter and son grew up and left home. They both now have children of their own and live nearby.

I work full time and I am quite independent. Dont you just hate that word? Obviously I am only independent in certain ways or I wouldnt be leaving a message to a total stranger.

I am a very good cook and I like baking, but having no-one to cater for doesnt have me swapping my business suit for a pinny after slaving over a hot computer all day. I do however reach for the wine bottle though or maybe a bacardi and coke.

I love going to the theatre, especially to see musicals, but its no fun on your own so I dont go as often as I would like. These days I listen to Radio 2 and realised I was really becoming mature when I swapped watching Top of the Pops in favour of Top of the Pops 2. Starting to wear 8 years ago kind of completed the picture!

I also smoke. Im thinking of giving up though as Im getting tired of apologising when I dont feel at all apologetic; and the price can you believe it?

I am neither shy nor retiring, but circumstances have dictated that over the years I have spent probably more time on my own than is considered healthy. I would really like to rejuvenate my social life before I become a really sad muppet as I certainly wasnt cut out to be the loner I seemed to have become!

I understand of course that the root of this insular existence has been the absence of a significant other in my life and the realisation that a single woman is not the most welcome of oddities at some venues or social occasions. I have women friends and they are very important to me but theyre not always able to come out and play. The girls I work with are all at least 20 years younger than me, so they are not a great source of inspiration or motivation. I find their jargon entertaining though.

Im a voracious reader but my reading matter is not what one could call esoteric. I also enjoy writing long letters to old friends overseas. I am an accomplished dressmaker but as my need for party frocks and ball gowns has diminished over the years, I stick mainly to cushions and curtains now. I used to love dressing up in one of my own creations and bopping the night away. So, as you can see I have interests, but I dont get to do some of the things I used to really derive joy from and as I said before, I put that down to not having anyone to play with.

If you appreciate my style of humour I know we'll have a laugh. It would be nice to exercise my intelligence and voice box on a grown up. Hope to hear from you.

I am looking for a genuine, active, solvent chap about my age, 58, to share time and activities with whether out and about or chilled out at home.

He would need to be reliable and honest, low maintenance and caring. Romantic and thoughtful would also be a HUGE bonus.

I have very little emotional baggage and would expect him to be very similar in outlook.

Getting tiddly is fine, but falling-down, belligerent drunks need not apply. I am totally turned off by beer bellies.

I find non-hirsute men quite attractive. I find nice smelling men an absolute must.

My ideal man would help me in the garden, do the jobs I can't handle, never want to watch sport on telly and tell me my grandchildren are beautiful.

In return I would also lie about his grandchildren, cook up a storm, massage his achy bits, take out his splinters, tell him he's wonderful and be a loyal and loving companion.

He would appreciate that I can be a little set in my ways and need my own space at times and I would reciprocate.

If any man had to reach for a dictionary after reading this - he's not for me. Or me for him.....