Milf extraordinare ;)
I am what they call a 'real woman'. (What a bullshit concept. I mean, do you have a vagina? Have you been through puberty? Do you in fact exist and you're sure you're not a hologram? Then you're a real woman. These days you don't even need the vagina, come to think of it). Anyway, that's what they tell me, which i think is code for slightly scary. That might be true, I dunno. Worth it, though.
I go to the gym, but not religiously. I keep myself nice but I am more concerned with who I am than what I look like, so if you need a woman who is perfectly groomed every moment of her life, who shaves her eyebrows off just to paint them back on, and who tortures herself in three inch heels every day just to look more appealing, then I wish you good luck and goodbye. I look wicked in my trainers. :)
I would love to meet a man to sweep me off my feet, and fall mad in love. But it's not essential for my happiness, and I am wise enough to know that these things come when they come, searching for them will not help. So in the meantime I am looking for a lover, somebody to make me laugh, to spend a night or a weekend with, maybe go out with from time to time, to eat or to dance, have some great sex, and make each other feel good. And if it turns out you're the one to do the feet-sweeping then great.
If not, well hello anyway. :-)
I am not a party animal. Or rather, I am, but not very often. When I party I do it in style and til the break of dawn, but I much prefer to read a book, make a wicked apple crumble (more crumble less apple), or get hooked up on Photoshop for hours on end. Unless of course you have a better idea.
What else do you want to know?
Oh yeah. I don't take myself too seriously. Life is too short to go round with your head up your arse. Think of all the good stuff I'd miss. :)