A control freak searches for love (ladies who leave wet teaspoons in glucose bowls do not need to apply).

‘I haven’t woken up with a glass of tea by the bed for seven years. It seems such a little thing but it’s among a thousand stuff I miss about having somebody around to deal with me. I have spent my whole adult life obtaining items the way I’d like them and everything I want now could be someone to provide it all up for.’ Jon Richardson

Is your processing faultless? Your CDs, apostrophes, cutlery all about It’s Not Me, It’s You!: Impossible perfectionist, 27, seeks very very very tidy female in the right places? Can you eat a biscuit in the correct way? After that Jon Richardson (single for seven years and counting) could possibly be your ideal man…

Living alone in a one bedroom flat in Swindon, 27 yr old Jon has already established far too enough time on his hands to believe. Actually to obsess. About almost everything. Jon’s obssessive compulsive personality disorder has noticed him arrange the coins in his wallets in ascending size and color code his bookshelves. It requires him significantly less than 90 secs to locate a receipt for a pair of shoes and boots he bought in 1997. To the submitting cabinet and R for receipts, S for shoes.

But Jon doesn’t desire to be like this, in fact he would quite like to share his life with someone. But who could that someone be? Someone like himself, a quarrelsome perfectionist only with breasts and less body hair? Definitely not. But who specifically is Jon searching for and where will he find her? Confronted with a loveless long term filled up with his very own peculiar quirks and perfectionism, Jon pieces about his search for The One. The question is normally, will he brain her keeping the kitchen knives to the left of the forks in the cutlery drawer or organising the CDs by genre rather than alphabetically?