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"I was born with an enormous need for affection, and a terrible need to give it."
— Audrey Hepburn


I like tall men who can write using complete sentences. And I really, really hate "text speak" in emails. If you cannot put the time and effort into communicating with me, why should I think you would put the time and effort into making sure I am properly taken care of?

I prefer someone close to my age (or at least closer to MY age than to my 21yo daughter's). **NO, I will NOT introduce you to my daughter!!**
No smokers or married/attached men....no exceptions.

This does NOT mean that you do not smoke around me....but that you do not smoke. I have asthma and an allergy to nicotine and do not seek to intentionally aggravate either of these conditions.

This also does not mean you are in an "open" marriage. I understand that works for some people, but I'm a greedy girl. I want it ALL....the 24/7 life, if not the 24/7 lifestyle.


I like a man who is:

dominant, not domineering
caring, not cruel
sensual, not sadistic
masterful, not manipulative
confident, not cocky
local, not long-distance

**No, I am not currently willing/able to relocate.**

I do not want a part-time, online, or long-distance relationship. I do NOT have the time (or the money) to travel to visit you. I also do not have the inclination to do so even if you offer to pay for travel.

I am a single parent and my children's needs come before my own. I am in the process of starting my own business...and it is not a M-F / 9-5 endeavor, so my schedule can change at the last-minute.
About me:

I have been called sassy...a brat...and I take these as compliments. I don't push for the sake of pushing...I simply have a quirky sense of humor and like to be silly. I love being able to laugh with the special man in my life. I haven't had much of that in the past, and I'm making up for lost time. I'm a giggler. And I enjoy being chased around the bed. ;)

I like to talk. I like to talk a lot...to a lot of different people. I flirt...innocently and harmlessly, not to entice or because (as someone once told me) I'm "disrespectful" or "window shopping." I do it simply because I am friendly and I like to make people smile. I am a "touchy" person. I like to put my hand on a person's arm when I am speaking to them. I like to hold hands. I love to cuddle on the couch and watch TV. I even brush lint off strangers' collars. It's as if I draw strength from that contact. Of course, I enjoy the feel of a bare hand on my skin...much more than anything else.

I am shy. I am self-conscious...not quite comfortable in my own skin most of the time. I need reassurance...physical and verbal. I admit my weakness...and hope to find the one to give me strength.

I am devoted. I commit myself 100% to supporting my partner in whatever he needs. I am honest, and faithful, and want the same in return.

I am a mother. My children are 16 and 21...but they still need me. I will fight for them...and will do everything in my power to protect them. And as long as they need me, they will come first.

I am still very innocent...trusting...and have been hurt physically and emotionally because of this. I am determined to find the right one for me...or to wait until he finds me.

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11/12/2010 3:25:24 PM

LMAO! Some men (I use the term loosely) are such idiots. This is an email I just received from someone on this site. I am obviously so "unducated" that I have not been using the word "disguating" correctly....thankfully, this kind man has set me straight. ;)

 

"You post disguating photos like that, then complain about the emails you get?  The only thing worse than a fat, classless, unducated twat; a fat, uneducated twat who thinks she's a prize.  Get over yourself, fatty.  The sooner you figure out you are dogfood, the sooner you can be happy when you meet your equally-classless match..."


9/6/2010 11:51:25 PM

OMG! I am so freakin' tired of men emailing and IM'ing me and expecting me to call them "sir" because they call themselves dominants. If you are a man, and insist on me using a title to address you, I will call you Mister whatever. If you have EARNED another title....whether it is that of of a doctor, Judge, military rank, etc....I will address you accordingly. But, I will NOT call you "sir" simply because you tell me to. THAT is a title that is earned as well. If you don't get that....please don't waste your time or mine by contacting me.


9/2/2010 1:27:51 PM

I respond a lot more favorably to people who ASK me if I'd like to chat, than to those who TELL me to message them immediately. At this time, NO ONE has the authority to give me orders and expect me to follow them blindly.


8/28/2010 4:38:15 PM
The past year has been a tough one for me...finding out that someone I believed in...someone I trusted to keep my heart, mind, and body safe...did not have my best interests at heart. In fact, he was lying to me (and to himself) every time he opened his mouth. For over 2 years, I believed.

Since then, I've slowly been trying to piece myself back together. It's been hard for me to let my friends in...hard to share my pain. They've been patiently standing on the sidelines...supporting me silently (and sometimes not so silently). Recently, I've started sharing more with those friends. The ones who love me because of…or perhaps in spite of…who I am. I truly hate being dependent on others. I hate asking for help. I hate feeling weak…but the truth of the matter is I am finding my strength in my weakness.

June, 2010 - I'm still not ready to share all that's happened. It's still too raw...all I do is think about it and the tears come. Not those delicate little, ladylike pearls rolling down a cheek...but great, gulping sobs that are accompanied by a red, runny nose (not attractive, I can assure you).

But I am sharing part of me…from an email I sent to another…slowly peeling back the layers to reveal who I am. These are MY words…the only ones I have a right to share…

Trusting another...enough to bare my innermost thoughts and feelings...terrifies me. In big part because, in doing so, I give that person the ability to cause me great pain. But I do it in spite of the fear...it's part of who I am...I trust too completely...only mistrusting AFTER a person has betrayed that faith, rather than waiting to see if they deserve my trust before sharing all of myself. I want to believe in the goodness in people...I don't want to always question their motives. I want to believe that what they say...is what they mean...and not a convenient truth. And all of this...the deep-seated innocent faith in others...still exists after a lifetime of betrayal. There must be a reason...for me not to have become jaded. I truly don't see myself as an emotional masochist. Maybe I am simply too stupid to learn from the past...maybe the needs of my body blind me to the warning signs...cause the small doubts that niggle at me to fade when I hear the words I want to hear. I don't know.

All I do know is that I'm tired. Drained emotionally...with a physical ache that won't go away. A need to be held and comforted...to be listened to while I break down...and then shored up again. A need to be touched and desired...to know that I am wanted for ME, not simply because I am within reach. A craving for more than the release I can find by myself...the one that makes me feel more lost in my aloneness. I gather strength from that contact...from the simple touch of my hand on someone's arm...or a comforting hug...or my hand on their cheek. A desire to bare more than my soul...to feel my insecurities fade with the caress that discovers my flaws and celebrates them. A SELFISH yearning to once again experience the joy of being the focus of one's attention...those moments when their sole intent is to bring me pleasure...and finding their own in doing so. Not having the physical connection has been almost as hard as not having the emotional one...or maybe they are too closely intertwined for me to separate. I am greedy for both...always wanting more...needing more.

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LadyLamour
 
 Age: 21
 Dundee, United Kingdom