Hello dears, grandma Donna here. Or you know just Donna to you, I'm not your grandma, hopefully. Been on a couple dates and I find it hard to know what to say. Back in the day we didn't have to have a personality we were on the grab system. If you wanted someone you had to grab em first and whoever did that got to keep em. Dibs weren't worth a horse nickel, you had to grab em and throw em into a moving truck and then hop on the back and latch on good. My first husband I latched so hard they had to pry him out of my hands to put him in the ground. That's how it was.
Nowadays, people can't just grab'em with all the hashtag me too stuff. I make hash browns, so I don't know about all that hashtag stuff. Anyhoo, I would like to meet up with a cunning linguist to teach me the tongue of modern man. I don't give a lick if you're not an expert, just be willing! I don't want to be going on dates, stiff as a board like I'm not enjoing myself. Maybe we could do a little practice. If you are easy on the eyes and consider yourself a cunning linguist, teach me the trade, I will return the favor with some hot muffins right out of the oven!
Are you looking for your counterpart? Do you believe there is a girl out there that just revels in her feet being slathered and rubbed against your face, chest and balls? Do you think there is even one woman that fantasizes, in general, about her appendages being gazed upon as some sort of bonus set of sex organs? A girl who would love nothing more than her worst body part being featured in photographs that you just collect and keep in a drawer with porceline china masks and used underwear you bought online? You've come to the right place....
I just love the feeling that my feet are more important than my face, my values or my successes. I love feeling like no matter what I do, nothing is a deal breaker short of me going barefoot in the backyard. I love the feeling of weird lotions, chiffon and pageant sashes being draped dantily and caressed on my lower digits. Nothing beats knowing that there is a person out there silently undressing my feet every five minutes in their innermost fantasies.
If that person is you, please email me. Write "I'm biologically out of wack and my DNA has made me a sexual mutant" in the subject line.
Hey buddy. How you doin? Oh, you're here cause you had a split from your girl and you think your tactics are gonna work with the next one? Oh, okay. Rookie move yo. Let me let you in on a little secret...you suck. Your dream is that there's a girl out there that is gonna be as low maintenance as your Xbox? You can turn it on and off as you please. You can leave for awhile, come right back and pick up where you left off. It doesn't shout when you neglect it. It doesn't ask you for anything, but gives you exactly what you want when you want it. I'm a girl, not an Xbox, just like your a guy and not a pocketbook....right? Wrong!
Just like you want that low maintenance girl...I want that provider guy. Don't ask if I need help...shell it over! Obvs I'm in need of new clothes, like all of the time! See the lack of tea cup chihuahua's I have? Pay for my meals, all of them. I don't mean just pay for every meal, I mean take me out for. every. meal. What is so hard to understand about my expectation that you are going to pay my bills: My car. My phone. My house. Don't you know if you did that I'd give you the world?
You want that low maintenance girl...she doesn't exist.
I want that provider guy...neither does he.
So what you say we just both pretend this personal ad never happened and we both keep walking.
I'm just like every other girl out there. I keep getting seduced by guitar players and baristas! Why can't I escape the snake charm, snake oil tactics of these men? Is it the way guitar players use their fingers? Is it the unabashed confidence they posess to stand in front of a large audience? Is it the smell of the coffee and an association of arousal? WTF is it?!
This is how it usually happens. I get asked out by a really nice guy, a normal guy. Things are going well albeit a little BORING as in he's not a seriously seasoned snake and then whoooop in walks sultry guitar player charismatic barista guy and I'm done. Sweeps me off my feet with the hypnotic bean brewing tunes a la charisma du jour and nice guy splits. Months later (if that) I get abandonment issues galore cause snake guy has his fan base to attend to and can't give me his full undivided attention. We have a messy break up. He stage dives into a literal pool of pussy and I'm left a slobbery mess of runny self-esteem watching seasons 1-7 of the Office. Cause 8 and 9 just suck!
I'm really telling it how it is. Snake guy is like seasons of the Office 8-9. You'll wish you never went there. They will leave you feeling like you made a huge mistake. I'm sure you'll make the same mistake like I did...you know why? The NUMBER ONE reason these guys are so attractive...every girl wants them. They have access to us and we give them the attention and they EXCUDE it. Boycott coffee boy girls! Let's take our power back.
Guess what Santa brought me this year? If you guessed the new Columbia jacket that I wanted than you are wrong. The Santa I saw brought me a dick in a box! Yup, I approached a Santa crossing the street to tease him about kissing my mom under the mistletoe, just razz him a bit and he said he had a special gift for me. Then there it was, the full package, totally unwrapped and chillin in the box. I guess I'm on the naughty list? WTF Santa? That's great you all got the gifts you asked for, old Kris Dingle paid me a vist and I guess all the Columbia jackets were gone, but I sure did get fleeced.
I wish that was the end of my list fulfillment, but no. My grandma stuffed our turkey with hate. I swear she orders that stuff by in bulk and uses it up every holiday. I ended up at the bar the next day, 9 am. Looking out the window I saw two baby hands wave at me out of a Toyota 4 runner and waved back. Upon a closer look it was just two reindeer antlers. Burned my finger on the "OPEN" sign when I did it. That's why it's probably best to drink with others, keep you out of trouble.
Anyway, Merry not-Christmas. 364 holidays better than that one.
A sugar daddy provides a girl with whatever she wants. An insulin daddy gives a girl what she needs. Sugar makes the blood glucose levels spike, but insulin just regulates. I don't need fancy perfumes, I don't need a walk-in full of clothes, I need my rent paid and my school loans covered. I don't have a sweet tooth, I have a serious financial condition and need a leg up before I lose a foot. Please help me before I go into complete financial shock. I don't need the complications of overindulgance, cancer of the pocketbook and hypoglycemia of the soul, I need a life saving injection of good will. Something that will keep me afloat. If this is you that can help me, please write Insulin daddy on the subject line.
So proud to announce my sober recovery date May 25th 2019. I'm 6 months sober! If you don't drink it's a miraculous deal, 6 months is huge. You know what else is huge? My pulsing member. I'm no longer an addict so I'm really looking forward to meeting as many girls as possible. Drinking felt really great, but I had to discover what it was that was making me drink. I found out that I had a void I needed to fill. Do you have a hole that needs to be filled?
Ahhh, it feels great to be free. I'm also drug and disease free. It feels great to be clean. My body is also squeeky clean and ready to go. I no longer feel a constant nagging obsession to go to the bar. I've made plenty of room in my brain to rent to you like a dirty motel room. What do you want? Hourly? Daily? Now you're talkin' my talk. I'm going to lots of meetings and would be glad to have an anonymous meeting or rendezvous with your sexy self. I'm happy to say my body no longer needs toxic fluids to survive, it needs all natural human body exchange. Call me, I need you!
I've gone out with the good guy, the bad guy, the genius, the jerk.
I dated a guy that delt blackjack and owned prints of Dali's works.
Then there was the chemistry major who was a Buddhist, but wild.
I dated the first, the middle and the last child.
My last boyfriend was Indian, the one before that Chinese
and prior to that I dated a guy from Burmese.
I've dated well-hung
and, well, about the size of a thumb.
Millionaire's, poor guys and ones that would give me the shirt off their chests.
I've dated Muscular guys and one man with breasts
Rock stars, business men, writers and chefs
Right handed guys and ones that swung left
Now I've had them all so what can I say?
All I need for my collections is to find one that's gay.
Hola! Scorpio searching for her universal match. Warning! Must be hot and smart. Must be able to read my mind. That is a must. If I am angry, you better know it before I do. Surely, there is a man out there with an internal temperature guage that can sense when I am leaving homeostasis. Come on infrared men of Weebly, you know you want this. For more info about me refer to "The crazy/hot matrix" https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R_USJCTIgs4 I'm a solid 9!
I am not looking for an LTR, I'm looking for a one way ticket to pound town. I'm interested in engaging in some amorous congress with a single lady. Married is maybe okay too. If you want we can meet at the park and I'll give you a green gown. If you wanna make a lobster kettle out of yourself, I won't tell a soul. I'm not wanting to make a huge complicated matter where we have to DTR, I'm talking about the old-in-and-out. Doesn't anybody do that anymore?
Don't be ashamed for being a slut, there's plenty of need for you right here. What are you waiting for? I'm ready to blugeon the flaps, bend you over a barrel and show you the fifty states. Got any questions? I'm definitely not interested in FTR's or FDR's or LTD's, I just want to straight up crash the custard truck while you do squats in the cucumber patch. I think you might know what I'm trying to say here. Are you picking up what I'm putting down? Thats a good move too! I'm okay with LLC's, but I will for sure TTYL.