WHAT IS UP WITH THIS SITE..I CANNOT EVEN GET A HELLO FROM ALL THE MEN THAT VIEW MY PROFILE....AM I THAT UGLY?? Oh and another thing...if your too chicken to meet...don't waste my time....2 guys and counting who wont meet me...
REST IN PEACE MICHAEL JACKSON
Hello,
I am a beautiful brown haired, hazel eyed 44 year old female. I have been married once and I have no children. I enjoy long drives across the United States to parts of this
country that I have not see yet. My favorite past times are gardening and drinking coffee and talking politics with my friends.
The things I could bring to your future relationship with me are:
1. Pursuit of my education through UNM.
2. The above entails future stability and financial security.
3. Traveling to all parts of the United States and abroad.
4. Foot Rubs.
5. Back Rubs.
6. Hawaiian Leis on your birthday.
7. Laughter and Love if you are lucky to win my heart.
When I am at home, I do enjoy watching court tv shows, drama, comedy, and horror movies. My favorite movies are :
1. The Green Mile
2. Pappillion
3. The Shawshank Redemption
4. Original Star Trek episodes
Favorite drama shows:
1. Law and Order SVU
2. Forensic Files
3. Cops
Favorite comedy:
1. Blue Collar Comedy Tour
Favorite Horror:
Halloween
I am kind of a homebody, and while at home I also enjoy cooking, reading, writing poems, bbq, and gardening.
I enjoy cooking Thai and Asian type dishes. I like to read Sidney Sheldon books and also Dean Koontz. I do have quite the assortment of plants this year, ranging from :
1. Okra
2. Squash
3. Sweet Corn
4. Brussel Sprouts
5. Cherry Tomato's
6. Chives and Kale
As for my poem writing, well it just kind of comes to me sometimes when I am sitting under the stars.
As for the man I am hoping to find, well I don't have very high expectations for this online dating thing. I prefer tall men (6'0 or taller), caucausian, broad shoulders,
beautiful eyes, wonderful personality, loves to laugh and enjoys life outdoors. Hopefully, you will be employed or have some long term goals for your life. I don't mind
children, as long they are under 18. If you have grown children living at home without a job or direction then find someone else. I won't help raise grown-ups. I don't like drunks, drug addicts, cigar smokers, liars, and cheaters. I am not looking for a quick fix. I need a man
who is willing to commit to me, and only me.
The six things I could not be without:
1. Oxygen
2. Freedom
3. Companionship
4. Food
5. Vision
6. Mobility
"To describe love is very difficult, for the same reason that words cannot fully
describe the flavor of an orange. You have to taste the fruit to know its flavor. So
with love."
the 5 seasons of love
cayenne pepper
hot and spicy. full of flaver and intregue. you can only take so much, then you need a glass of water.
basil
full of taste and aroma. just being around this spice makes your mouth water. you want it in every dish you can imagine..
lemon pepper
you like the different taste of this spice. it brings out taste buds from long ago. seceretly you still hope for more taste full adventures like before but you are willing to settle for this new spice.
salt and pepper
just a little to keep it going but you are putting on more then you need.
pickling spice
you figure if you wait long enough she will age well and maybe taste a little better.
This is for all the bikers out there......
saw you hug your purse closer to you in the grocery store line.
But you didn't see me put an extra $10.00 in the collection plate last Sunday.
I saw you pull your child closer when we passed each other on the sidewalk.
But you didn't see me playing Santa at the local mall.
I saw you change your mind about going into the restaurant.
But you didn't see me attending a meeting to raise more money for the hurricane relief.
I saw you roll up your window and shake your head when I drove by.
But you didn't see me driving behind you when you flicked your cigarette butt out the car window.
I saw you frown at me when I smiled at your children.
But you didn 't see me when I took time off from work to run toys to the homeless.
I saw you stare at my long hair.
But you didn't see me and my friends cut ten inches off for Locks of Love.
I saw you roll your eyes at our leather coats and gloves.
But you didn't see me and my brothers donate our old coats and gloves to those that had none.
I saw you look in fright at my tattoos.
But you didn't see me cry as my children where born and have their name written over and in my heart.
I saw you change lanes while rushing off to go somewhere.
But you didn't see me going home to be with my family.
I saw you complain about how loud and noisy our bikes can be.
But you didn't see me when you were changing the CD and drifted into my lane.
I saw you yelling at your kids in the car.
But you didn't see me pat my child's hands, knowing he was safe behind me.
I saw you reading the newspaper or map as you drove down the road.
But you didn't see me squeeze my wife's leg when she told me to take the next turn.
I saw you race down the road in the rain.
But you didn't see me get soaked to the skin so my son could have the car to go on his date.
I saw you run the yellow light just to save a few minutes of time.
But you didn't see me trying to turn right
I saw you cut me off because you needed to be in the lane I was in.
But you didn't see me leave the road.
I saw you waiting impatiently for my friends to pass.
But you didn't see me. I wasn't there.
I saw you go home to your family.
But you didn't see me. Because, I died that day you cut me off.
I WAS JUST A BIKER. A person with friends and a family. But you didn't see me.
Repost this around in hopes that people will understand the biker community
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