Bear is the love of my life. He’s 52 years of age, going on 16. He is 198cm tall, with pale blue eyes, dark brown hair that goes ginger down the middle of his face and body, and a cheeky grin that is charming and lends him a certain cuteness not seen in many guys his age. He is well built and so far has escaped the portliness middle age tends to settle on a man’s physique.
He’s a geek into all manner of sci-fi, superhero and cult classics. He can quote movies, lyrics and books from the top of his head. He’s into all sports… and I do mean ALL.! If it’s considered a sport in any country, he’ll be into it. He’s highly intelligent, logical and exasperatingly calm. Nothing bothers him, nothing riles him up. He resides mainly on Twitter, Facebook and WhatsApp.
He’s worked in forensic psychiatry for the past twenty years, with the most dangerous psychopathic murderers and rapists, then with criminal youth, and now he helps rehabilitate criminal addicts. He’s been married, divorced and has 4 children from two relationships. We’ve been together nine years.
