Not Mister Average
Unusual Englishman, born into the wrong century. To reach this age, in the century I really belong, with the sort of personality I have, would probably have depended on my skills with my matched pair of duelling pistols.
A lady who speaks and acts like what she is supposed to be. I have no time for crude and vulgar ladettes, or those who drink to the point of falling into the gutters because they can't walk straight, no matter how nice the window dressing.