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 (tell you the truth, i haven't been for ages. Oh well ☺)
I maintain, 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. :)
Sure, I'd love to meet a man to sweep me off my feet, and fall mad in love. But its not a priority right now, and anyway it'll happen when it does, most likely when i dont want it to. 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. :)
Most books by Isabel Allende
Snowcrash by Neal Stephenson
Life of Pi, Yann Martell
Blueberry Girl, Neil Gaiman
A Fraction of the Whole, Steve Toltz (I think thats how you spell it)
The Master and Margarita, Mikhail Bulgakov
His Dark Materials, Philip Pullman
Whit, Iain Banks
Fingersmith, Sarah Waters
Most books by John Wyndham
Fanny, Erica Jong
Men who stare at goats, American Psycho, Love Object, Ratatouille, Team America - world police, Serenity, Truman show, Apocalypto, Avatar, Dogma, West side story, The king and I...
I have a weakness for disaster movies, and can have a great time watching utter rubbish. 2012, for example. The biggest load of shit but I love it.
The Wire, The Sopranos, Tremè, Boondocks, Shameless, Firefly, and.... that's it I think.
I don't actually own a television.
I love reggae, dancehall, funky house, soca music, anything that says yes to life. I also listen to the likes of John Martyn and Joan Armatrading, and so on and so forth. Also Engelbert Humperdinck.
Food... Hmmm. Everything. If I was facing the chair and ordering my last meal on this earth, I would probably go for rare steak, posh cut, with garlic butter and potato dauphinoise. Or seared tuna steak, or wild salmon with salad and fancy fries. Or grilled chicken breast in tarragon butter sauce. Or maybe even some duck a l'orange...
Notice not one of these things is vegetarian. Or diet-friendly. :)
You can spell, and communicate effectively. 'Ur wel fit' will elicit no response from me.
If you are not looking for a new mama, and can confidently say you are an adult. Needy is not sexy.
Melanin is not a thing I insist on but I'll admit I quite like it.
And last but not least, if you reckon yourself as a lover. That I really do insist on. Ask yourself: do your ex-lovers still call you up every now and again, hoping for some old-times-sake? If they do it means they trained you well and I am happy to reap the rewards. ☺