I'm just just looking to meet some nicely chilled people and to date. Light social drinker don't smoke but ok if you do. Besides bein a full time mom I work and go to school. So most people end up liking me if they didn't start liking me for the moment they first met me. My turn ons are generosity, giving, honesty, loyalty and good sense of humor.
Responsibilities come first in my life. I am well liked and have a good sense of humor and also very friendly and kind to other people. I currently live in Fowler, Ca. Sure, physically it might have some wear and tear as it's been stored outside for a few years, and I wouldn't recommend building anything you want to last with it, but the problem is in what it represents. Just in few clicks get an access to thousands of personals over Portland and find the one who can keep you company. It might be useful for something temporary, like a one-night stand to hold the gate open while you wheel-barrow in a fresh load of dark-fir-mulch from Wood Waste Management. Then, as I began to build, the problems began.
I like to work on the yard, swim, or use the hot tub after a long day. I am a very giving person, especially with my time. Love is always a hard thing to find, but is always a special bond when you know and have that feeling for someone. The black smoke is my soul. Then the next summer came, and I had work inside the house to do. I'm just just looking to meet some nicely chilled people and to date. Love to give O but not needed in return.
S I am also a big gamer. You can hit me at field stone mtg at outlook. The wood has to go; it can't be used to build anything of value any longer. Otherwise, you might as well burn it in a giant bonfire; my tears and self loathing will only help to make the flames large and bright. . I accidentally cut the power cord to my skill saw, both metaphorically and in reality.
Currently persueing an education in Pre-Medical studies. I'm 5'8, black hair, brown eyes, well built because im always active. I enjoy outdoor activities, concerts, traveling, amusement parks and anything fun. You see, I bought this wood at point in my life when I was happy and had a young family. I am an early 50s male looking for a spark and that excited feeling that certain ladies bring. Eventually, as my feelings and sorrow were buried deep in the back yard, I moved the pile of slowly decaying wood under the tree hoping to shield myself and the planks from the relentless pounding. Another year goes by and I leave the wood and my feelings open and raw to the rain and winds.
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I'm a flower child very down to earth, love the outdoors,art,music,fun, outgoing,luv to laugh. The wood sat on the side of the house for the winter, covered that first year. I love travel, adventures of all kinds, learning, and the female body. Love golf, P N P. Unfortunately I can't reply, not signed up yet.
Im looking for miss right who respects herself and has goals in life. The rains came; the plans were put on hold. If you ever really do love that one do whatever it takes to not let them go cause if you do more then likely more yebyter50 year old man Looking for sexy discreet encounter in which I can make a woman climax over and over and over until they can't handle any more. That shit is hard to patch. . . .
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