38[F4M] PST - it’s almost Halloween… but I’m not looking for another haunting.
Ok… I’ve been haunted enough. I’ve got a plethora of ghost in my walls to supply a Chain of Haunted houses for an entire YEAR.
Now that I got that out of the way… maybe… I’m looking for someone on the West Coast. Preferably funny. Smart. Curious. A little inappropriate. Able to flirt like you mean it. And, this part feels important, still alive and communicative after we realize we actually like each other. <—the most important part!!
I do not need all-day texting. Please have a life. I certainly do. If you work from home… I’m far too busy for you.
But I also don’t want to spend three weeks having great conversation, building chemistry, exchanging all the little pieces of ourselves and then suddenly… POOF!!
Sir.
Where did you go?
Because I am not chasing you through the fog yelling, “Casper? Is that you?”
Wendy wishes she was as cool as me!
I like men who can talk.
Who ask questions because they actually want the answer. Who can match energy without needing to be entertained every second.
Someone with enough emotional intelligence to say, “Hey, life is kicking my ass this week,” instead of dying mysteriously and resurrecting three Tuesdays later with “hey stranger.”
No.
You are the stranger now.
I’m married. I’m left unattended too much…
I’m a black woman all the way through.
I have 2 kids.
I workout because I don’t want to suffer later.
I mostly talk shit… I hope it turns you on. Lmao.
5’2”
Thick.
Top heavy with thighs that match. Pretty face and feet.
Tattooed. Stuck up to people I don’t know… (people talk to me more than I’d like.) preserving energy. Or whatever.
West Coast strongly preferred because time zones are already annoying enough.
And if you know deep in your spirit that your natural relationship cycle is pursue → obtain → panic → vanish…
Baby, I wish you healing.
But please haunt somebody else.
**if you’re a priest, I could use a little talk with god… an exorcism, of sorts.
Otherwise… happy hunting.