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I went to the same college as my parents did, but while they liked it there; I did not. So, after two years I left and went to work to pay off my student loan and didn't think of go

"I asked You."

While I sometimes wonder if I should have taken more risks, I am ultimately grateful for the lessons I've learned. The key takeaway is that it's essential to express our feelings wh

I should have…

I don't follow any rules in the first meeting. And when I see you and shake hands with you, we sit on both sides of the same table and I order two teas (I hope you like tea too beca

Propose on the first meeting

We leisurely walked along the sandy shore of the river. We didn't feel like swimming, so we just strolled, occasionally dodging the beachgoers.

The Outing With Sofia

I slowly begin to open my eyes, to begin another beautiful day. As I take a deep breath in I look over at your back, I see you are still asleep. I roll over facing your back. I look

Morning delight

There are many ways to fall in love these days, and as days go by, I fear this feeling of love is harder to ascertain. Some people say that love are the memories that we create and 

A pondering thought 

I remember about 15 years ago I was working in an office. I happen to see a woman in the office. She was cute, but what attracted me was her nice round butt. I decided I wanted her.

I was a very naughty boy

Life’s too short to read stories. Let’s face it — life’s too short to read this story too.

Life’s too short

I have just some question, why younger girl need an older man and older girls need a younger man?

i never go to club never , i was meet online 

I'm guessing this may be one of those articles which is rejected, but I decided to put my thoughts into words anyway )))

Online dating - How real is this?

I went to the same college as my parents did, but while they liked it there; I did not. So, after two years I left and went to work to pay off my student loan and didn't think of going back to school. The years passed, my loan was paid off, and we moved. I got involved singing in choirs and got noticed by someone who was studying for his degree at a state college. Long story short, I audtioned, got in, and became a music major. Went to Germany as an exchange student for one year. Loved it. And then I met her. Amy. She was ten years younger than I. She was short, she was perfect. A smile that I still remember, a sparkle in her eyes that proved that there is a God; for who else could have been able to put stars inside of a person. A woman. She lived on campus in a dormitory with a roommate. How and why we had connected, was beyond me. Even so, she came up to me one day, I think a Wednesday, and asked me what I was doing for the weekend starting at Friday dinner. Nothing, was my reply. Her roommate was visiting her parents and so she would have the room by herself and wanted to have a small get together. Myself and a couple that we both knew. She also mentioned that she wanted me to spend the night with her, I was getting hard just thinking about it. I said yes.&nbsp;

Friday night arrived. The couple brought the food, I had brought the booze. Since I was the legal one to do so. Amy turned up her stereo and began to move with the music. What notes her body was sounding off that burned an imprint on my eyes, on my soul. Until her younger neighbor came in and started to dance with her. I'm thinking that I don't want to be a third wheel, so I excused myself by saying that I had to use the facilities. I went and noticed a wall phone on the way. I did my business, my spirit was as defeated and deflated as my dick was while pissing. I decided to use that phone to call a friend so he could pick me up.&nbsp; While talking to him, Amy had walked up to me and asked "why was I using that phone?" , to make the call. I answered that the buttons were large so I could see them easily. I had to hang the phone up and followed her back to her room. Her neighbor was gone. The other couple were staring at the floor. She marched me to her phone. She showed me how large it's numbers were, they were huge, and demanded to know why I had left to make the call I had made. I confessed. I told her that I didn't want to be a third wheel between her and her neighbor. She then sodomized me without invading my anus. "I want you here", she said. "I could have any boy on this hall if I wanted. But I asked you to come." Her eyes showed her anger that the pain I had caused created. Needless to say, I stayed. All, because she had asked me.

While I sometimes wonder if I should have taken more risks, I am ultimately grateful for the lessons I've learned. The key takeaway is that it's essential to express our feelings when they arise, as waiting only makes it more difficult.

Experiencing love at first sight is truly magical, even in today's complex world. Meeting her eased many of my worries, leaving just a few lingering thoughts as a reminder of how far I've come. I was no longer the person I once thought I was, and I certainly wasn't a loser.

When I first looked into her eyes, I was filled with poetic inspiration. Playing pool together felt like we were orchestrating the cosmos as if we were celestial beings watching over everything. Catching a glimpse of her mesmerizing blue eyes, I experienced a jolt of self-recognition, seeing a reflection of my past self. While this could have been seen as a warning sign, I chose to embrace the moment and accept the vulnerability that comes with love. Bidding farewell to hopeless romanticism, I prepared myself to experience the full range of emotions in this heartfelt journey.

While giving her a ride home, I asked her last name out of curiosity, wondering if I might know her family since I hadn't been in my hometown since 1998. When she said Apstein, it ignited a familiar spark in me. It also brought to light the challenges I had faced throughout my life, including 30 years of isolation.

However, two years before meeting her, in a moment of self-reflection and hope for the future, I held an iron meteorite in my hands. I promised myself that if I ever got married, I would fashion it into a pair of wedding bands, inspired by the beautiful pattern of iron crystals that took billions of years to form.

Hearing her last name stirred something deep within me, and I couldn't help but feel as though I had just met my future spouse, and my search for love was over. Although it was a poignant reminder of my past struggles, it also marked the beginning of a new chapter filled with hope and the potential for profound connection.

Reflecting on those two years, I sometimes wish I had shared my feelings sooner. Speaking up earlier might have prevented misunderstandings from taking root. However, after three weeks of contemplation, I decided to share my thoughts with others, hoping for their support and guidance.

In a moment of vulnerability, I confided in a stranger about my feelings, saying, "I believe I just met my wife and she's here." In hindsight, I wish I had shared those emotions directly with her, exclaiming, "I'm done, the search is done!" while confidently acknowledging our connection to everyone around us. I believed that we could overcome the challenges of our pasts together, as neither of us was without flaws.

She may have been hesitant to face her past, but it's understandable given the transformative impact life experiences can have on us. Embracing this truth only adds to the depth and wisdom we bring to our future relationships, painting a promising picture for what lies ahead.

When the news of my feelings eventually reached her, she confronted me, asking if I had told people she was my partner. Though that wasn't exactly how I had expressed it, I agreed, ready to embrace the truth. However, I soon realized that others had painted a less-than-ideal picture of me for her, influenced by their own perspectives and experiences. It was disheartening to see myself portrayed as the antagonist.

Nevertheless, sharing that heartfelt sentiment about her being "the one" was liberating. I said it to face the truth and overcome any self-imposed limitations. Though it seemed like a curse at first, speaking my truth allowed me to grow and learn. Each new beginning comes with the hope of finding lasting happiness, even if challenges arise along the way. By staying true to ourselves, we can face these obstacles with resilience.

Although I'd love to write more, my work responsibilities beckon for now. In the meantime, I'll hold on to the hope that brighter days lie ahead, and that this journey will lead me to where I'm meant to be.

I don't follow any rules in the first meeting. And when I see you and shake hands with you, we sit on both sides of the same table and I order two teas (I hope you like tea too because I never drink coffee or alcoholic drinks)

On the other side of the table, I notice that you are not wearing a bra and your prominent nipples are visible. Before the tea comes and away from the eyes of others, I will press your nipple with two fingers. You might be shocked or embarrassed, or you might even love it. I see shame, satisfaction and excitement in your eyes at the same time. You are a little confused and this confusion of yours fascinates me more.

We drink tea and walk a little. We reach the beach. The sun is setting. Again my eyes fall on your nipples. This time you take my hand and put it on them. I don't know if you enjoy this touch or if you are just trying to please me. But when your hand is on my hand and my hand is on your breasts, I feel oneness with you. And I expect you to understand this. Are you asking me why I like breasts so much? My mind gets confused and I try to give a clear reason for it!

what can i say Should I say that this is the result of evolution in men? Or because I lost my mother when I was a child and never touched her warm embrace? I say it because I feel that the second one is closer to the truth.

Your face is full of motherly love, you hold my head and press it to your breasts and let my head come into contact with those soft breasts. It's like you want to make up for that loss in my childhood. I want to tell you that I feel safe in your arms like a child, I want to say that let your man be weak sometimes. I'm tired of being strong for so many years. I know you're looking for a man to lean on. But let me be weak in your arms sometimes, but I don't know why it doesn't flow. You nod as if you understood what I said without saying it.

I separate myself from your arms. I tell you, I want my future wife to be not just my wife, not just a passionate woman in bed. She is my best friend and sometimes she is a spoiled little girl.

You shake your head. I don't know if you agree with my words or just because you did something.

I ask you, will you marry me? You say oh how soon! In the first meeting.

I say yes, why not? Our life is passing quickly. You have experienced failed relationships before and enough of your life has been wasted, and I have also fallen in love once and got married and my wife died and I know how to treat you.

You don't know what to say. I will squeeze your nipples again. It makes you laugh. I ask, am I enough for you with this small size, good nature and sense of responsibility? You say yes, I think!

 . I pull you to me, you slowly release yourself in my arms. I ask, isn't my hug small for you with this weak size? You say no!

 I kiss your forehead. I say let's not waste our lives. Maybe not tomorrow...

I know you understand this. During this war, you have understood very well that there may be no tomorrow.

We walked hand in hand — I was in sneakers, and she was barefoot. In her free hand, she carried sandals because the heels were getting stuck in the sand. The day was turning to the evening, but the sun still provided a noticeable warmth. However, the more significant warmth I felt holding hands.

We were together for a couple of years — we had met on a dating site. Sofia was twenty-four back then, and I’m... I’m much older. Of course, there have been other women in my life. But what I felt when falling asleep and waking up next to her is incomparable to what I had before she entered my life.&nbsp;

Gentle, fragile, quiet, sensitive, meek, and shy, yet at the same time incredibly bright, lively, sensual, and passionate girl! And most importantly — mine and mine only! My dear Ukrainian sweetie…

Before that, when I heard the phrase “made for each other,” I chuckled, never grasping the meaning completely. But later on, I could say that about us. Nobody understood and felt me like she did. Sometimes, we didn't even need words to communicate. We could just be silent next to one another. And it's not because we had nothing to say. We wanted to listen to each other's silence and breath.

We were walking peacefully. But that didn't mean we were distant and thinking about different things. In such moments, we both thought about the future. I had already mentioned that Sofia was stepping beside me, placing her hand in mine. And the hustle and bustle of this suburban beach didn't touch us. We were there alone — everything around us existed in a parallel universe.

Of course, our relationship wasn't platonic! We had sex. A lot of it and often. And what sex it has been! I had nothing to compare it to. I never felt anything like that with any woman. She turned me on and attracted me literally in every way. The way she talked, the way she laughed and breathed. Even when she coughed — those moments, I wanted to hug her, hold Sonya tight, pity her, and take away that damn disease from my little angel to make her feel better.

Before and during sex, we sometimes preferred things that many would be too shy to discuss. But we didn't talk about it — we did some things! Sofia was my girl, not a secret from me whatsoever. And I appreciated that much! But the most crucial thing is that my lassie adored me... It's vital because only then could I truly enjoy myself when I was sure I was giving pleasure to her, my baby.

We walked through the entire shoreline and were heading back. We turned back to the path heading to the parking lot where the car was.

The sand changed for trampled ground right under our feet. We stopped, and Sofia, holding my elbow, put on her sandals. The path led us away from the beach towards a small park. Despite the late night, we often encountered noisy groups of people with swim rings and stuff.

“You know... I won't make it home,” she confessed almost in a whisper as we moved away.

I tightened my grip on her hand and started walking faster into the depths. I actually planned it all! This outing, the route back, the time and wine I almost forced her to finish when we got out of the car, and the wide sundress she wore instead of her favorite t-shirt and shorts.

Surprise! I've been there many times since I was a kid and knew the place well. With my heart pounding, I carried her through the thick bushes that grew everywhere. But no, I wasn't planning to secure her weeing. I intended to witness the process firsthand! Sofia knew how much I loved watching her pissing. And it excited her, despite her shyness.

This bottle of wine served a dual purpose: firstly, it was a substantial source of hydration for her petite body, and secondly — the alcohol diminished her sense of shame, giving me a great chance to watch her! The thought of it made my temples pound…

“Oh, wait, not so fast!” she squealed, following me through the bushes.

We soon found ourselves on a small lawn about 30 feet from the main trail. Around us were bushes about my height so no one could spot us from the outside. We stopped and waited for those who might have noticed us turning here to go further away. Meanwhile, I stared at her face, hugged her, and, kissing her forehead, whispered into her ear:

She settled, hugged me, and took a deep breath, hanging on my shoulders. I got under her dress with both grabby hands when I ensured nobody was around. I immediately felt the thin lace of her panties and pulled them down. She was hanging on with her shoes in hand, obediently lifting one leg at a time, carefully removing her panties.

I slowly begin to open my eyes, to begin another beautiful day. As I take a deep breath in I look over at your back, I see you are still asleep. I roll over facing your back. I look at how smooth and beautiful your skin is. It makes me aroused just at the perfection of your body.I reach out with my hand and place it on your back to feel you, your body is so nice and warm and your energy is wonderful! I begin to move my hand slowly in a circular motion kind of like a massage, but it is not a massage, which was more like gently touching. You do not even notice my hand on you as you are in a deep sleep. I continue my hand down to your ass and while I was very close to your wetness, I decided to slip a few fingers between your petels and into your sweet flower. You moaned briefly and re-positioned your legs but then went back into your dreams. I pulled my fingers out of your wetness and brought them to my nose so I could smell your scent. Mmmm the smell was so pure and sexual.It was ultimately beautiful, I then put my tongue out to taste the wetness from my fingers, and it really made me horny.

At this time I reached under the blankets and put the rest of your juice that was on my fingers on my cock. It was like lubrication. I even took some of your juice and slipped a finger in my ass so I could have some of your juices inside of me.&nbsp; I then positioned myself closer to your back and moved my hips forward, my cock was perfectly in alignment with your pussy now. I began to slowly enter you as you were sleeping.

The wetness made it very easy to slip inside of you, I was so slow and gentle as I moved my hard dick in and out of you. I also had the side of my face resting against your back, and I was smelling you’re skin and listening to your heart as I gently fucked you.

My cock felt so big inside of your tight pussy that it I completely filled all of your pussy, right to the end of the hole. A few minutes of slow thrusting you started to have an orgasm and I couldn’t believe how you were sleeping and cumming, and it was a lot of cream that was being discharged from your pussy, it was awesome to see. . It turned me on so much that I started to pound your wet hole faster. You are now moaning but your eyes are still closed. My cock feels like it is going to explode as it was throbbing and twitching in you, 2 more deep pumps and I filled your heavenly body with my creamy gift. I filled you so much that when I pulled my cock out of you the cum flows out. I know my sweet seed showered your womb.

I turned over breathing heavy as I look at the ceiling of our bedroom. 

I want to wake you up, but I let you rest with a full womb of my sweet warm nectar………

There are many ways to fall in love these days, and as days go by, I fear this feeling of love is harder to ascertain. Some people say that love are the memories that we create and share with each other.

I say this with a single thought, can long distance love exist? It may seem difficult for vivid memories to be created when a person is not present at the moment. I did have a long distance relationship, someone I held dear to during my troubled times. Sometimes that support is important but unfortunately it didn't last. Such a breakup left me with anyone for a long time and I've come back again. But I wanted to ask, in this age of connectivity. How can love survive to tell the tale?

It is true, that many people focus on different aspects in their lives. Either their career, maybe even their family (bless they are well), but knowing that a person is a good fit is just as hard as landing a good job, maybe even harder!

It feels as though, there is pressure to get it right! Finding a match is difficult, everyone understands that. If you don't enjoy your job, you may leave when your contract expires, but there is no escape when you made such a decision with your partner! You man up and deal with the consequences. Which comes back to my question, how can love survive to tell the tale?

Please share with me experiences that people have had, because at such a young age, so much can go wrong :(

I remember about 15 years ago I was working in an office. I happen to see a woman in the office. She was cute, but what attracted me was her nice round butt. I decided I wanted her. I don't remember how I introduced myself, but I pride myself on being a gentleman. Anyway, we went out to lunch a couple of times and soon after she invited over her house to watch the Soprano's.&nbsp;

I had been to her home a few times and left in a normal fashion thanking her for her company. Well, there was one night were we are watching TV and then see climbs in my lap and starts kissing me passionately.&nbsp; I was totally shocked and returned her advances. The next thing I know she turns the TV off and grabs my hand and takes me upstairs to the bedroom! I slowly undress her kiss her as she moans wildly. I pick her up and place her to the bed. I kiss her passionately between her legs and up to her stomach, her full breasts, to her soft supple lips. At that point we both are ready for the inevitable passion and I thrust myself inside her.

After we are finished our first session, I wake her up in the middle of the night for some more of her sweetness.

I wake up the next morning a little shocked at what happened. I kiss her and leave to go home so I wouldn't be late for work.&nbsp;

We worked for the same company in different sections.&nbsp; We starting dating seriously after our night of passion. After about a month we decided to take vacation together. We decided on the Bahamas. I never realized how uninhibited she was until our flight!

&nbsp;So we boarded the plane and got to our seats. She asked for the stewardess to bring her a blanket. I had put my hand on her thigh and she placed the blanket over it. The next thing I knew was she had unzipped her pants! She grabbed my hand and placed inside her panties and I started massaging her. I watched as she tried to mute her reaction to the stimulation I was giving her. Then it happened, she climaxed in her seat next me! I removed my hand and she kissed me passionately. After we landed and arrived at our hotel, we decided immediately to go to the beach.&nbsp;

As we are sitting on the beach she grabs the towel and places over her and grabs my hand and puts it between her legs again! My fingers stimulate her again as she quietly moans. After she climaxed, I grab her hand and take her back to the hotel room.&nbsp; We passionately explore each other until we are both covered in sweat.&nbsp;&nbsp;

Needless to say, our vacation was one filled with romantic evenings of her not wearing panties and telling me at dinner and sometimes letting me check because I did not believe her! Dinner was always cut short when my hand discovered her "juicy box" was free of the lace panties I bought her!

Skim it. Go and look at some pics. Nobody reads long reads anymore.

Sometimes, I have this crazy fantasy that some story goes out. And it hasn’t been read by anybody. And, hidden down somewhere in paragraph 13, is a typo revealing the secret of the universe. But nobody gets it. Because nobody reads stories…

Anyway, I want to tell you a story. It’s up to you to read it or not. But it’s ok, it’s just a story of how bikes can not only ruin lives but also make matches for life.

60 years ago, my father was known for his reckless behavior on his motorbike. He loved the thrill of the wind on his face and the rush of adrenaline that came with speeding down the road.&nbsp;

Despite his love for adventure, he was a responsible young man who knew the risks of riding fast. However, one day, his recklessness caught up with him. He hit something going around 80 mph and ended up in the hospital with serious injuries.

As he lay in the hospital bed, he couldn't help but think of his lost wallet. He had lost all of his personal identification and cash in the crash, and he had no idea where it was.&nbsp;

Meanwhile, my mom was walking along the road when she stumbled across the wallet. She looked inside and saw that it belonged to my father. She knew she had to return it to him.

She found my father's room and knocked on the door when she got to the hospital. A nurse let her in, and she introduced herself as the person who had found my father's wallet.

"Hello, sir. I found your wallet on the road. Are you okay?" asked my mom.

My father was surprised and happy to see her, and they started talking. "Oh, thank you so much. I've been looking everywhere for it. Yes, I'm doing okay, just a few broken bones. How did you come across it?" he replied.

"I was walking along the road and found it lying there. I thought it might be important, so I opened it to see who it belonged to. I'm glad I could return it to you," said my mom.

They quickly realized they had a lot in common. They both loved to travel and explore new places.

"So, do you like to travel?" asked my father.

"Yes, I love it. There's something so exciting about exploring new places and meeting new people," replied my mom.

"I couldn't agree more. I've always been an adventurer at heart. I think that's why I love riding my motorbike so much," said my father.

They talked for hours, and my father felt like he had known my mom for years. She was kind and gentle, and he was drawn to her beautiful smile. She was also impressed by my father's courage and adventurous spirit. Despite the circumstances that brought them together, they felt like they were meant to meet. They exchanged addresses and started seeing each other after my father was released from the hospital.

They went on their first date to a local diner, where they talked about their hopes and dreams.

"I've always wanted to see the world," said my mom.

"Well, then we'll have to make that happen. I want to take you to all the places you've ever dreamed of seeing," said my father.

My mom blushed and smiled. "I'd like that very much."

They continued to date for a few years, and eventually, my father proposed. My mom said yes, and they got married in a beautiful ceremony with their family and friends in attendance.

They have been together for 62 years, and their love was strong all those years. They have traveled the world together, raised a family, and built a life full of love and adventure. Whenever they tell the story of how they met, they smile and remember that it was fate that brought them together. If it wasn't for my father's reckless behavior on his motorbike that day, they might never have met. They believe that sometimes accidents can lead to the most wonderful things in life.

In the end, my father's accident was the best thing that ever happened to him. It brought him a lifetime of love and happiness with the woman of his dreams.

BTW, you’ve seen that typo in this story, telling about the secret of the universe, right?

And heart breaker need a loyal man , and widow need a man just for desires , and every thing need a soulmate , but where is love , you just finding you lack to fill the holes , that's not love love is blind ..... So the same I have a story she think that I looked her photo's which attract me but to be honest I can't see her photo's or video's ,, I just looked her inside .. In her inner world ,, and I ready to take any risk just for her without knowing her how she behave or what her reaction , a stranger person write a nonsense about himself , she don't notice him , his honestly , sincerely , passion , soulmate , just because&nbsp; I don't have job , I tell her all I'm ,, did I wrong to her , if you say yes? You are not able to love .. Right now , because I want to start honest and sincere with her , that the strongest key of successful relationship for man and woman too.. So I tell her everything about my self .... But she was afraid to me I thought ..Or something else .. But just because I'm employed person , do you think this is the reason , but I'm very skilled full and experience person , or just this is all my fault , to tell her about myself everything , should I hide or lies about me .. Just playing game's or just with her .. Used to her , and you want to know that .. I can do that , but I don't think so I want to hurt her cause I love her soooooo much , I love her infinity , that was love just one sided or she though the same about me ... I don't know , why she not find me , cause she want a series relationship and she wrote me a letter's , she said just take my hand and she'll follow me to the end of earth , and I'm trying to take her hand but like I'm dead , I don't have a body just my spirite&nbsp; I think , or she just need a lack to fill her desire's , for her relation , looking for someone who deserve her , yeah I told her the same , she need deserve&nbsp; bitter then me ... All I want to know why , we are looking for someone to fill temperary joy and care for 1 hour ! Why ! She could enjoy everyday , everyevening , everymorning , you know what my age 20 a young passion forever your..

How is that , and accourding to me age don't matter , I just want to look her inner world and desire for long - term relationship forever my girl ... I want to die for her , fight for her , yearn to her , learn to her , support to her ,&nbsp; ........................................................Why......... The question is why and where is problem , ...... And I have advice for everyone .... You alway's love sincerely ... If she cheated on you or not ...... That's make you strong beacuse you derseve love ..... And anyone do mistake if you're a good lover then you need to try on youself , to make her happy to not let her go

And if you don't have gunt , you can't tolerate , then you're just lover , but today on one tolerate ... What guarantee her she do it again .... Alway's be a good lover ..... To let her go ... I think that's a love , and the rest of thing automatically come , everything you want to , you dream to ,....&nbsp;

Should I talk more .... I hope that's enough for you ............&nbsp;

So, I have used these sites for a number of years. I have experienced most of the good and bad from these sites and feel I can recognise the real from the fake...however, occasionally I'm still shocked.

One thing I have noticed is that the women seem to read the profiles of the men less and less. At least 30% of my emails are from women telling me they can meet me in USA, despite my profile clearly stating I live in England.

I get a lot of the same questions, all of which can be answered by reading my profile. Where do you live? What do you do for work?

...and my personal hate, when women refer to photos of you, how they adore how handsome you are, when there is no picture on my profile and I've yet to send one to them!!!

Now, I'm a realist and understand that often women will contact me for other reasons than a genuine interest in a relationship. Likewise, often communication is copied and duplicated to a large number of men, not considering the individual location, or whether a photo is showing on their profile. However, this does create negativity from the man to the site and the genuine women here.&nbsp;

While I'm sure the site works to reduce this and for the determined, it is worth deleting those who send the "standard" email. It is a shame that this is the introduction that many new to these sites experience and is probably why so many western men feel these sites are "fake".&nbsp;

Personally for me, I put a fair amount of detail into my profile and those women who respond to this get more attraction from me. The women who send the same standard approach mail which you know they use for everyone, well they are quickly ignored.&nbsp;

I guess I want to share some advice as a mail using these sites to those women who are genuinely looking for a partner. Take a little time to read about the man you wish to communicate with. When you send your introduction mail, make it specific to them. Make reference to their age, work, or where they live. Also,&nbsp;please stop adding that you will be coming to "my country" soon...if you are, say which country, which city, which date...otherwise we all know you are lying.

If you do get into communication with someone, then share things with them. If they are interested in you, they will continue contacting you so they can get your contact details after meeting the required minutes in chat, or emails sent. I have just stopped speaking with one woman, after her emails became one sentence, which makes me realise she either has nothing to say, or only an interest in receiving emails.

As I said, we are all adults and we can determine how to spend our money and time. For those on this site who wish to do so, there are many who will send emails and keep the communication virtual. For those who want to plan and build a future with a man, then do things differently, for fear of being considered the same as the rest.

Good luck to all and for those looking for love, I wish you the best.

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