Posted in various places with the intent of putting myself out there. Argentum, I believe you are right. Shotgun approach to dating. Furthermore, it is possible… probable even, that my ideal mate might not be living within a 16 block radius of my house, social circle or even city or country. So I have been placing this ad all over. ..
‘Idle Sunday mornings are my favorite time with you. Nowhere to be. Nothing more pressing than watching the sun on your face as you sleep. Oddly, I wouldn’t be up this early but there’s something weighing on my mind, so I start the coffee and crawl back under the covers trying not to wake you.
You open your eyes, groggy from sleep but still you smile and I forget my worries and remember only how much I adore you. It was a rather long and eventful night that left me pleasantly sore and flashbacks tease my mind with your scent as you snuggle my body in tight against your frame. You are warm. Deliciously warm and ready to have me again.
Your hands re-sculpt me, each curve and angle. Your heat pressing against my thighs, pulling me against your hips by the arch of my lower back.
The coffee beeps in the background. Sunlight squares on the wall travel across the room and I am happy. Content. Fulfilled.
Then I remember, as my mind relaxes and we rest breathing heavily against one another, what I meant to tell you…
“Dearest,” I say. “What have you been doing living in **** all this time when I’m way over here? Haven’t you wondered where a woman like me might be holding up?.”
I smile and kiss your forehead, drinking in the sight of you one last time. “I meant to tell you, dearest, you are dreaming. We both are. But I promise to look for you when I wake up – will you look for me? That trip to Prague. The cabin on the coast. That time we spent three days in bed and ordering room service. That night we drove through the desert during the meteor shower. Or that time I said, “I can see my future when I’m with you.” All that hasn’t actually happened…yet.”
Me: Not spam. Independent. Tall, with natural curves. Green eyes. Changing hair. Tattoos concealed. Piercings also concealed. Strong-willed but not unreasonably headstrong… mostly. Fond of challenge. Logical –perhaps too much so. Vocal. Witty. Feminine. Frequently mistaken for innocent or cute. Most importantly – I am aware and comfortable in my own skin, pleased with my choices and contented with my mistakes. Often blamed for inspiring arts –good and bad. Generally willing to try anything once. 30, and constantly planning and executing my next big adventures. Have passport, will travel.
Looking for: Not Spam. Independent. Honorable (the right person will know the importance of this and understand the nuance of such a powerfully singular word) Self actualized. Savvy. Cozy in his own skin. Intuitive. Willing to hear out all the angles. Snarky. Has his own well-defined code of living. Some dents in his past that he has managed to smooth out, or overcome without apparent bitterness. Smarts. Looks are not so important to me, but I do admit, I have a ready attraction to a man with masculine hands. Occupation is not so important to me – except that a man can distinguish between what he is and what he does and that he likes what he is even if he is not thrilled with what he does – but I will be honest and say, I am deeply attracted to men who do what they are passionate about, whether that is fixing cars or writing music or teaching or cashiering –because passion makes me giddy.’
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