GIBB, oliver vincent

[/color]. Please DO NOT call me Ollie[/color]! I'm twenty-three years old and currently making my way through life as a local of London. [/size]

Everyone who knows me will be able to say that I'm overprotective, sometimes I think too much, untrusting of others, hard-headed , but that I'm also pretty responsible, protective of those I care about, intuitive and caring. They'd warn you that I love my family, honesty, all types of art, history, and music and that I loathe betrayal, arrogance, slackers, politics, and guys my sister date .

What is there to know about me? I don’t really like revealing myself to people, but I guess I can make an exception. Oh where to start? Well, my older sister says that I am protective of her. Which I will not deny. I am protective, she’s my family. My father instilled upon the idea that as a man, I should be protective of my family. That was just a few of the many things my father taught me. Being protective of my sister has allowed her to be equally protective of me. We keep each other in line and we also cause mischief and mayhem together. I am very hard on all the guys that my sister dates.
I loathe arrogance with a fiery passion. My mother taught each of her two kids to be humble. As a result, I’d rather be humble in my acts.
I am a very responsible guy. I do my best to be the best I can and to please everyone I can; but I am not a pushover. I have morals and principles that help me to get the job done. I really do not like being around slackers. People who do not pull their own weight do not deserve to be given credit for acts they did not commit. That is a big pet peeve of mine – I hate laziness. I like to make my own decisions. Sometimes I can be stagnant, and take a long time to act; hence the idea of me thinking too much.
I am untrusting of others mostly because of my past relationships. I have not been lucky in love and a few friendships have gone sour due to betrayal. Thus I am untrusting of a lot of people. Basically I only trust my blood relatives, and anyone else has to earn my trust.
I love history, anthropology, and art. One thing I love to do is study ancient cultures and the past. I don’t live in the past, I just learn from it. I can be sarcastic; I claim it as a hereditary trait. Both my sister and I seem to possess the gift.

Hell. What else is there to say...? I'm the youngest child and the only son of Thomas and Victoria Gibb and often people tell me I look like Chad Michael Murray, but I consider that to be a little farfetched, don't you think...?

I was born in London on July 17, 1987. I am the second born of the affluent Gibb Family and the only son. I have an older sister who is four years older than me. I am protective of my sister. She would say that I am too protective, but I beg to differ. I have a close relationship with her.
Being wealthy has allowed my sister and I to have a lot of luxury in our lives. During our childhood we would travel every summer, a lot of times to the south of Spain, France, Italy, and Greece. Pretty much, if you name a country, I’ve probably been to it. But also, I was afforded a lot of luxury in my everyday life as well. My father, a financial investor, taught me his value of a pound/euro. My mother taught me a love and appreciation for of art and culture. However, my parents were not work-o-holics. We had a nanny, but our father was home every night around six. Our mother, a socialite was always on the go; however her main priority was in her family.
I received my education from the most elite schools in London. I went to Selhurst’s School for Boys and then graduated from King’s College with honors last year with degrees in Anthropology and Art History. I know is sounds odd, but I took the things my parents have taught me to heart. I have combined my love for art and my appreciation for the pound to begin working at Sotheby’s. I love my job; I get to deal with a lot of cool artifacts such as paintings, statues, sculptures, vases, and all this other stuff. I am only an entry-level employee, but I don’t see myself leaving anytime soon.
Relationship wise, my first serious girlfriend was last year with Saffron Montgomery. I had a few girlfriends every now and then, but for the most part, I was content with friendships and bachelorhood.
Saffron and I, met while I was interning at the British Museum in London. She was there visiting the museum with some friends. I was working on an exhibit giving a tour to a few school children. She was intermingled with the tour and she was asking all of the hard hitting questions about each exhibit. After the tour, I had asked her to get a cup of coffee. She agreed and the two of us hit it off from there. We started off as a casual relationship and then slowly progressed into a more serious relationship. As we dated, I found myself falling for her, hard. During our relationship, we were very close, intimate even. I loved Saffron; a big part of me still loves her. But I had a feeling that something was off. Needless to say, my gut was right, Saffron’s good friend, Archer Collins, was always there. After a year of dating, I had purchased a promise ring to give to Saffron. The night I was going to give it to her, everything was set for success. Or at least that is what I thought. That night as I went to pick her up for our date, Saffron was pacing around her flat nervously. I had known her long enough to know something was wrong. I asked what’s wrong, and she immediately blurted out “We need to see other people.” The single rose I held in my hand dropped to the floor. Along with the rose, my heart sank to my stomach; the air was taken out of my lungs. Saffron continued on to explain that we deserved better types of love. I began to plead with her, to reason with her that the two of us were perfect for each other. Needless to say, Saffron and I broke off our relationship. It was a shock to me; I thought things were good between us. But I guess I was wrong. I have a small feeling that Archer Collins is to blame for our break-up. That was three months ago. I have yet to confront him about it, but I know he cares deeply for Saffron – and I think this caring resides deeper than just a friendship.
Recently, I met Sullivan Sister. I think she is a beautiful woman, but I am a little weary. We’ve gone out a few times, but I am unsure if I should pursue a relationship. She is a bit of a party girl, and I kind of want to be single for a while. Also free spirits can be fickle about relationships; they tend to have a gypsy soul – always on the go. But a big part of me wants to take the risk.
I currently live in London, in a flat on Jackson Street I have occupied since college. I have a strong relationship with my family, visiting them on a weekly basis and visiting with my sister on many occasions.

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