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Introduction
I'm not looking for a chat buddy here. You cant have it both ways !!!
If you don't plan on meeting then please pass me by........
friends first... then we will see...
if you cant kiss then keep moving
No Chewing, Smoking, Nicotine intolerance
IF I agree to meet with you in per, I will actually show up!!
Pictures witn NO HATS, NO SUNGLASSES, im not hear to picture trade.
I'm a standard member so please include ur pic, a profile and stats.
I am NOT your BOOTY CALL or a One Nite Stand type of per.
My Ideal Person Clean Shaven , nice dresser, have a career, and your own life
This is at the heart of why relationships fail.
It’s not that the sex gets bad and then the relationship goes down the tubes. It’s actually the other way around. The relationship starts failing when we stop telling the truth, either out of laziness or fear of losing the person. When that happens, the first thing we run from is the exposed and highly volatile arena of sex. We make up excuses about why we can’t have it: too tired, too busy, not in the mood, have a headache, it’s not that important, we have different schedules, the kids exhaust us—we’ve heard them all (and have probably even used a few at some point).
It’s not until the years go by and we find ourselves on the brink of a desperate, sexual starvation that we then grasp on to anything to save the relationship. You can pile on as many romantic getaways, kinky toys and love-making classes you want. But unless you have the courage to speak your truth, you’ll just end up in a candle-lit beach bungalow, handcuffed to the bed and gazing into the eyes of someone you’ve been loathing for the past ten years. Nothing fundamental will change.
We have to learn to strip sex down to its barest essentials: me, the sensation in my body and my desire. That’s it. Once you’ve tapped into that, share it with someone. If that person doesn’t want to meet you there, let them go. They are not for you. If they are willing to play, treat them well—and continue to stay honest about your desire.
This is why whenever I am feeling disconnected sexually, I don’t rush to fix a “problem” or assign blame for why someone else is a crappy lover. I slow down and ask myself the questions: What am I running from? Where am I lying? What am I not admitting? As in the case with my OM, I wasn’t admitting the part of me that likes being a tacky, climax-driven, trashy whore. The moment I gave her permission to exist, my body flushed with orgasm.
My Ideal Person Clean Shaven , nice dresser, have a career, and your own life
This is at the heart of why relationships fail.
It’s not that the sex gets bad and then the relationship goes down the tubes. It’s actually the other way around. The relationship starts failing when we stop telling the truth, either out of laziness or fear of losing the person. When that happens, the first thing we run from is the exposed and highly volatile arena of sex. We make up excuses about why we can’t have it: too tired, too busy, not in the mood, have a headache, it’s not that important, we have different schedules, the kids exhaust us—we’ve heard them all (and have probably even used a few at some point).
It’s not until the years go by and we find ourselves on the brink of a desperate, sexual starvation that we then grasp on to anything to save the relationship. You can pile on as many romantic getaways, kinky toys and love-making classes you want. But unless you have the courage to speak your truth, you’ll just end up in a candle-lit beach bungalow, handcuffed to the bed and gazing into the eyes of someone you’ve been loathing for the past ten years. Nothing fundamental will change.
We have to learn to strip sex down to its barest essentials: me, the sensation in my body and my desire. That’s it. Once you’ve tapped into that, share it with someone. If that person doesn’t want to meet you there, let them go. They are not for you. If they are willing to play, treat them well—and continue to stay honest about your desire.
This is why whenever I am feeling disconnected sexually, I don’t rush to fix a “problem” or assign blame for why someone else is a crappy lover. I slow down and ask myself the questions: What am I running from? Where am I lying? What am I not admitting? As in the case with my OM, I wasn’t admitting the part of me that likes being a tacky, climax-driven, trashy whore. The moment I gave her permission to exist, my body flushed with orgasm.
Information
Sexual Orientation:
Prefer not to say
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Looking For: Men, Women, Couples (man/woman), Groups, Couples (2 women) or Couples (2 men) |
Birthdate: | January 6, 1970 |
Relocate?: | Maybe/Yes |
Marital Status: | Single |
Height: | 5 ft 9 in / 175-177 cm |
Body Type: | Average |
Smoking: | I'm a non-smoker |
Drinking: | I'm a light/social drinker |
Drugs: | I don't use drugs |
Education: | Prefer not to say |
Race: | Prefer not to say |
Religion: | Prefer not to say |
Have Children: | No |
Want Children: | Prefer not to say |
Bra Size: | 36 / 80 |
Speaks: | English |
Hair Color: | Red/Auburn |
Hair Length: | Long |
Eye Color: | Green |