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I wrote a blog early this morning that more than 70 new female profiles listed from Kenya were created in a 6 hour period. The blog disappeared and so did the 70 profiles.
I checked now and counted more than 14 new ones in 3 hours.
Hackers or a busy matchmaker using CS as the portal isn't important to me. I just highlighted the unusual activity. Obviously, someone is pumping CS with women from Kenya.
Having seen this on another site, they actually removed that country from membership or location. Famous for romance scammers, the same went for Nigeria and Ghana.
Those countries weren't available as places for new members.

As I've grown older I've had a greater and greater appreciation for women.

No I don't love them because they can be bodybuilders just like men. Or be firefighters, police or soldiers just like men. Or have boring 9 to 5 careers just like men. Or spit chewing tobacco just like men.

I love them because they're beautiful to look at, every one of them a work of art.

I love them because they understand the other half of what it means to love: the half I will never understand and I admire in them so much.

I love them because...nahhh I better leave that one out.

I love them because they remind men that family is what makes life worth living in spite of all the distractions that try to make us think otherwise.

I love them because their bodies bear the children that ensure the human legacy will endure: they are the embodied gateway to forever.

I love them because they're smarter than me at times I need them to be.

I love them because they're braver than me at times I need them to be.

And maybe most of all I love them because I know that not only would I not be here without them, but my life would not be worth living without them.

You click on one video of the U-23 female Italian national pole vault championships and next thing you can't go a day without logging on to youtube without some video of some perky young áss(es) showing up

...As if the first lady in the world, to get a little REAL action, after decades of saving it up, for someone adequately worthy. Say, of my stature. And smile. Not to mention Big Little Vierk.

Can't live with the little creatures, and can't live without them .

I came across a profile this morning where the photo linked to a Canadian woman who posts YouTube videos. From there I found her before and after photos of her plastic surgery that involved moving the fat from her backside to her frontside.
The process is known as a Brazilian Butt Lift.
I first heard the term more than 12 years ago when one of the stylists at the hair salon I went to had the procedure done. Carla (not her real name) was an attractive woman of Latin/Spanish descent and maybe a little too friendly with me at times. She was difficult with English language and had huge buttocks. One day I was there to see my regular stylist and noticed this woman had gone through an amazing transformation. The shape and size of her belly and butt were smaller and her boobs were noticeably bigger. Her jeans were so tight, they looked like they were spray-painted on!
Woah... what happened to Carla? I asked my stylist and was told she had a Brazilian Butt Lift. Carla was friendlier now then in the past. Part of me said 'go for it' and the logical part of me said 'this could be trouble' so I never reacted to her friendly advances.
Less than a year later when I went to my regular stylist, I didn't see Carla and asked. I was told she had an offer to work at another salon and relocated.
So, this morning reading about a Brazilian Butt Lift, the cost, the pain and the woman/women who have the procedure done brought a smile to my face!

I find it hard to understand people with such a devastating power-tripping attitude.
Doesn't even care what others would think and feel as long as she is being praised and respected (she thinks we respect her).
How would you not greet someone in a high-rank position if she is always waiting for it?
Damn that old grumpy woman.
I know that I don't have that power.
I know that I am just an ordinary woman with extra special skills.
But hell...don't make me feel I am a loser.

Maitland oh Maitland where is your Ward?

The photos for locals are always the same how boring.

,,, lady came in to this place,and was confused about the entrance codes and keys. I tried to help her, but she became quite rude and angry. So, recognizing the style, I simply backed off. Another man, a very kind Brazilian, then tried, but came back shortly, saying "she has lots of walls around her". So then a kind Spanish lady tried, and had a bit more success. The house maid finally succeeded.The story was, she was recently in Japan, where the men were all pigs, and drunk all the time. Somehow, she transferred all this to Me and Thiago, and even a little to Rachel. She later said she was sorry for her behaviors. But THE last thing I need is for her to report one of us to the police for whatever crazy reason. I've seen men get in trouble with this sort, so I'm simply giving her wide berth. Wish I weren't so cautious. Love to give her a chance. But no thanks. Once burned, twice shy.