I'm not clean or even vaguely pleasant to be around in a domestic situation.
I like science and I love gym. Oh, and I like art, but I'm really bad at it. I'm just a terrible drawer. I can't draw a circle. Even with a ruler, I can't draw a straight line.
I like the idea of being a youngish parent. So I've got energy to play football even though they'll be better than me by the time they're four.
I'm not an easy person to love. There are lots of times when I'm a very good boyfriend, but there are times when I'm useless. I mean, I'm a mess around the house. I talk nonstop. I become obsessed with things.