C.J Charles is a first time author and brigand, he was born very young, and really didn't grow in grace past the age of four years, when his mother assures him he was the perfect gentlemen. He maintains things however went down hill from there.
After a traditional single sex boarding school incarceration consisting of Rugby Running and Rain, he got lost into tertiary education, girls, alcohol and fast cars, before stumbling into selling things.
Finally after a very long time he grew up and started to write in all seriousness. Although both these statements perhaps remains open to debate.
Charles loves story telling in all shapes and forms, and is rarely believed by the people that know him well, even on a good day.
Charles finds that young children, old ladies and animals think he is pretty wonderful. This he argues demonstrates what poor judges of character the aforementioned actually are.
Please feel free to say something, no seriously you're already online and it costs nothing but time, and believe me I value that, and in the end time is all we have. Precious time, then death. What can I say - hey you're already special to me. Opinions. Those in "quotes" belong to other people. Same goes for facts. They are here because they are interesting. At least to me. Not always because I necessarily agree with them. Sometimes I do, sometimes I don't. Answers. I don't have all the answers. I like to think I have a lot of answers, answers that work for me, but they're probably not for you; like I said, they're mine. Comment. If I have something to say - and on occasion I feel like saying something, so I do.
(Skim readers and fast click stumble button slingers will probably miss this bit - and why shouldn't they, I probably would if I was you.)
Since you've been asking, single, no children, no ties.
I'm good at... compliments, shopping, second guessing plots lines, eating apples in their entirety, reading books, writing, talking, being the centre of attention, and lifting heavy objects.
The first things people usually notice about me... I'm shaped like a triangle. Broad shoulders - narrow hips, jackets never fit me unless they are tailored. My penchant for hats, and fast cars.
On a typical Friday night... I don't have a typical Friday night, doing something dangerous I suppose, involving hats and fast cars probably
Remember : my awesomeness is only surpassed by my humility; while my manners and charm may dazzle, they generally hide the fact I am actually quite dangerous.
CorrespondenceMystery People Hey you! Yes you, with the eye catching photo as an Av. connect with me and I will check if it's been pulled off the net, and if this is so, I will automatically assume you're probably a 300lb Nigerian Scammer sitting in an Internet Cafe, Sorry I know that's an assumption of guilt, but this is the internet people. In other cases I'll balance the probabilities - but I'll probably still be suspicious O_o , don't take my cynicism personally.
By all means follow me. Either way tell me what you like and why you like it - I don't care how dissimilar we are, that's never a barrier, rather a beginning to interesting correspondence.