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I can remember shoes, but not always the faces, of every woman in my life since the age of about five. I used to like crawling around down there. The first time I remember being aroused was getting my hair cut. She was hopeless with children. Nobody else I knew liked her. I remember her voice. I did well in chemisty at school, as the teacher was a bitch. Really strict, really unfriendly. I got an A for the first time. There was no sexual attraction, but I sort of loved her. I was always weird.
I am 35 now. So years has past. I've been open with people and sometimes that has gone well, and at others it has gone badly. What I imagine I'd like is to meet someone who is fun, flirty and open. What I am attracted to, is more: dark, sadistic, untelling, sincere, intelligent. I work for a FTSE 250 company and have a good job, am used to managing people and not lacking in confidence, I'm proud of this aspect of my character and infinitely interested. So I guess that in conclusion, I'm a nice guy, an intelligent perv, a self-evaluating knicker-wearing idiot, who loves life and authority. I wash up.
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