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I had to correct her by saying, not all women. lol She tells me, are you going to tip me for my dance? I said, I already have when you were on stage. Then she goes on by saying, I am a woman, all women are greedy.

What do you think of her statement? Are women greedy?

Well I was at Pakalolo HoutBay and I was having a few Drinks at my Local Bar and wow 9:30pm to 10pm I went to another Bar and Had a Vodca and Redbull and then I went back to pakalolo and then went Home Half way to Home I see a Lovely Drunk women Name Lauren I escort her Home and I Help her to her flat she passed out on Her Bed I am a Gentalmen I rub her Back and she was sweet and lovely I sleep on the Couch and 5am I went home thanks Lauren for Not missing a wonderful man like me I Helped you I must get some Love xoxo Dave

Simple truths....
No, I'm not a princess, I'm a Queen.
I'm not a little lost lamb that needs to be found, I'm the Lioness & I make My own way.
I'm not a victim who needs to be saved, I'm the survivor.
I'm not someone to be spoken down to, I'm the one who'd rather not speak if it's below me.
I'm not the one you you can just claim. I have so many different levels it'd take a lifetime to climb all those flights, each stair something different.
I'm not the one you can lock away in a cage. I am a Butterfly, My wings are spread & I always soar.
I'm not the one who will be bound by a time frame, I'm the one who doesn't bother with simple clocks.
I'm not the one to be disrespected. I'm the one who will laugh when I look at the source.
I'm not the one to threaten. I'm the one who will happily walk out of an open door, blowing you a kiss as I go.
I've no issue with a man who will lead...but if you insist on me being a step behind you, not right beside you, well..be sure I will not stand in a shadow.
If you're lucky enough to catch my attention you'd better have a way of keeping it.
Not with $$, not with words, but with definite action.
Also know that I know the difference between prince charming & a real King.
I know my self worth. I know what my heart is. I know what I'm capable of.
Harsh? Maybe. Truthful? Always. Loyal? To the end.
Now prince charmings will say..you'll never get a King that way!!
I'm the one who will say..A Queen without Her King..still a Queen!!

Sure, there are a few men who are considered so hot that certain women will try to pick them up for casual sex. And of course, certain females routinely find release for s*xual needs using the one night stand approach, again often at the bar scene. But who doubts that there exists a great imbalance between the sexes in all this? Will most men find that if a woman is far less in line with their normal preferences, she'll do in a New York minute, if she'll head home for the night with them? Lots of experience shows that most women aren't this adventurous. Or Not? Quaint to hear so many insisting on few differences between the sexes. Aa-V.

i do-not drink,or smoke.not looking for model some one that's not lier and after money iam 53 5'7 170.secure in life from western pa where from only looking for local no fakes or drama save that shit for someone eles my kids are all moved out.i have great heart. i want some one to move in here and spend of are lives together
you wanna text first that kool

SORRY THIS IS HOW I TRULY & HONESTLY FEEL I GIVE UP!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Ohh really you're so beautiful like princess.
But did you ever saw you heart.
It is more black then coal.
and coal always burn not lighting someones life.
So be like a candel.
Not like a coal.

Girls :
Think you get it naa ! ! !

---just yesterday.
In the Badger State, local ueber left courts tried to allow current election ballots to saunter in for counting whenever, well after election day. SCOTUS put an end to that little adventure in providing ways to steal elections. And to incite BLM/antifa violence. And it did so even before the Honorable Judge Any-Hottie is seated. How fitting.
And fitting also is that now Associate Justice of SCOTUS Barrett was confirmed, and sworn in, on criminal monster Hilary's birthday.
She'll be wearing a blue party cap, no doubt---VERY blue.

Hilary, that is.

And as an aside, listen to the fake forced cackle from monster commie Harris, whenever she's caught on the way to a lie. So much like that of another mendacious female creature, referred to above.

Hilary, that is.

...My favorite had to hit us right during the peak initial homonal surge years---8th grade. Which incidentally is also the toughest 5 year period for most liberals. Miss D. The name rhymes with deadlips, and boy did she have some pairs, of these and others, way before Brazilian collagen injections. We used to joke that they weren't there from sucking on lolly pops. But I digress. her first year teaching, tall (for us Azorean midgets), stiff, and very proper, with her English accent to match. Always in red (F-ck me) high heels. What the hell was this immigrant perfumed tasty prize doing in our proletarian neighborhood? God could she conjugate verbs and decline gerunds, as our English school marm par excellance. She was mostly a bobby soxer, but rarely, just to titillate, she'd show up with those silkies, the ones with the sewed stripe down the back, probably from marmar's collection during the war. a decade erlier. When we yanks were over paid, over sexed and over there. And oversexed we all were, oh those nearly see through loose button up blouses, tucked into that neatly ironed pleated Scottish plaid skirt. Buttoned, never belted. Did this prude image cultivating dream boat really have to wear black lace brazzieres? When she'd bend over to help, with those snarly dangling participles, and other danglers, all were praying to the Lord for a failure in button thread. Her wheels? British of course, but this was years before my becoming a car guy, so who knew, ---but it was a green sports car? Like mine now---go figure, the unconscious.Until I write these words, I've always wondered why foreign chicks turn me on. As do all those accents, even those from out Southland. Religiously always ate her lunch at her desk, brown bag of course, very much a holdover from those days of ration coupons. She still appears in an occasional dream, bringing on the now rare midnight stiffie. Armacord. Y'all know how dreams work, perhaps she'll be there between me and Bravo tonight. Get away big dog.