37 [F4M] Pass or Fail, let’s make summer school worth it! (WestCo)
Ahem…
Summer loving… had me a blast…
Or whatever Grease said.
Me?
I’m looking for something a little less innocent.
The weather’s getting warmer.
The school year is ending.
I finally have time to breathe again… and maybe enough time to ruin somebody’s concentration for a few months.
So here we are.
About me?
5’2”.
Brown skin.
Tattooed.
Thick where it counts.
I lift weights like heartbreak is a competitive sport.
I write for a living and flirt for recreation.
My voice alone has gotten me in trouble more than once.
I’m the kind of woman people stare at too long in grocery stores and then pretend they weren’t looking.
I like late nights.
Music too loud in the car.
Voice notes that turn dangerous after midnight.
Men who can actually hold a conversation without steering it straight into “u up?” territory.
Please have depth.
Or at least be funny enough to distract me.
I love attention.
Not possession.
There’s a difference.
I want chemistry.
Tension.
The kind of flirting that builds slowly and then suddenly all at once.
I want somebody who knows how to tease.
How to talk.
How to look at me like they already know this is a bad idea… and stay anyway.
And let’s dead this now:
Yes, I like tall men.
But some of you shorter men move through the world with the confidence of a man who’s never once doubted himself and honestly?
That’s dangerous.
I’m busy during the day.
Work. Kids. Life.
But if I’m interested?
You’ll know.
I’ll send pictures.
Voice notes.
Random thoughts at 1 a.m.
Songs that reminded me of you for no reason.
And then I might disappear for a day because my ADHD pulled me into another dimension.
Relax. I’ll come back.
If we’ve talked before and you bored me into cardiac arrest… please don’t reapply.
This is a summer position only.
Competitive candidates preferred.
Take me somewhere near water.
Bring good music.
Smell good.
Be interesting.
I’ll handle the rest.