Gelpho, 51

Nobody expects the Spanish Inqusition In March of 1974, his parents welcomed a bouncing baby boy. He wasn't the cutest baby. In fact, some (or many) would say he had an alien baby look. Horribly ugly head. Fortunately he was a good baby, so he wasn't fed left to the wild like a Spartan baby might be. By the time he reached 2, he'd come into his cuteness, which was good because he kind of went rotten. Shortly after turning 4, his family uprooted him to move from Jacksonville to St. Louis. Scholars claim this was a tremendous step in his development as a future world leader. Several years passed with glorious white Christmas' before he was captured in a burlap sack and dragged to Orlando. In Orlando, he honed his skills as a phrenologist and future world leader. It wasn't until 20 that he was able to escape Orlando to move to the coast. Melbourne became his home. Florida Institute of Technology became his school. Marine biology became his passion. After his stellar display in school he moved on to the working world. He found a job in Alaska where he lived for a year. He grew a manly beard and long hair. An admirer of his offered him a job back in Florida. IT WAS A TRAP! He was lulled into complacency in Port St. Lucie. After a daring midnight escape, he migrated north to his favorite town of Melbourne. After 4 stupendous years, he realized he must move on to tame and conquer new cities.... back to Orlando. While he expected to return to the doldrums, he found a much more exciting city.... seriously. It is here that he has resided and plotted.

He is looking for a co-conspirator. Hopefully she would share his dry sense of humor, or at least not roll her eyes too much. She would want to be part of his life while having her own life as well. She should have an appreciation for dogs... especially Jack Russells. She would like going to the movies, riding motorcycles, Asheville NC, hiking and colder weather. She would also get him to stop speaking of himself in the third person. Are you up for the task?