So, I'm Aimee. I am generally charismatic and outgoing. People say I have a good sense of humor. I think I just find humor in the human condition. I stay up too late. I drink too much coffee. I smoke, and I like to smoke, though, I know I should quit.
I'm into the arts. Film, photo; hell, take me to an opera any day. I am a conversationalist. I'll talk to just about anyone, and I love finding those nitty gritty secrets. I run through memories like full hour films. I'm pretty average and weird like everyone else.
I'm tall and I'm plus size, and body positive. I genuinely enjoy the way that I look.
I'm a parent which is obviously quite a large part of my life. I have a son, he's four, we call him Lua, and he's both the grandest aspect of my existence and the most exhausting.
People seem to want immediate undying love or just sex; I want middle ground. I want to watch a movie. I want to hang out and enjoy you. I want companionship. I want conversation and jokes and easy times. If you want that, please contact me immediately, because you may be the only one. People either seem to want me to take care of them or follow them about, and I'm not looking to do either. What happened to dating?
I'm silly and uncoordinated and generally a mess around anyone I think is great. You should take it as a compliment.