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| Words are often like intentions. They mean well, but most of the time they're completely misplaced.
The premise is fairly simple, really. I like smart people. I enjoy their company. I enjoy their opinions, and their differing views to my own. Intelligence gets you a long way in this world.
I could tell you my life story, but there wouldn't be much point in it. The majority would see a wall of text and ignore it, and the minority would have nothing left to find out about me through discussion.
So here are the base facts you need to know.
~I hate text talk so much if it was corporeal I would have it hanging in my shed, gutted and ready to roast. Bad spelling because of dyslexia or other learning disabilities is fine. Pure laziness isn't excusable.
~For all that is good and holy, I don't give a single damn about titles. A title given by a stranger is absolutely meaningless and irritating. I delete all messages in which anyone refers to me as "Mistress". I can tolerate "Miss" if it's absolute part of the protocol within your own relationship, but that's my limit.
~No, I will not engage in any type of sexual activity with you. That goes for anyone. People looking for wank fodder can keep moving. I'd rather talk to people with more than sex on their minds.
~Act like a child, or an idiot, and I will block you. It's as simple as that.
Can you tell I'm not new here? Thought so.
I like people, when people can act like adults. I'm not here to feed your fantasies. I'm here on the slim chance that maybe the person I've been looking for for years might actually be here. It's a long shot, but it's still worth taking it.
I don't bite, promise.
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