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Against the odds!! They say there are ten times as many ads on here seeking women as there are men being sought, and yet we post, and we yearn. The time gets away from us. We try to come up with the most persuasive argument we can make to the most and invisible audience imaginable.
What immunizes a man against the pain of not finding the right woman is his comfort level with his own solitude, and in turn that gifts him confidence and an armor, yes bulletproof, to deflect the anguish of a
heart less full than it should be. He wants it as much as you do. He knows you, lady, harbor the same profound, even profane, thoughts. Its your training as a female to be demure, to deny lust, to be coy, to pretend that youre not as aroused as perhaps a man is by the same stimuli. She is chased, he pursues. And yet here, in this venue, is the opportunity to reverse the whole thing. I run an ad. You happen to read it. You like my basics. That Im smart, tall, athletic, all single, creative, proud, affectionate, carnal, real, articulate, sentimental, sweet and naughty, and so, on a whim, as a lark, you send back a piece of mail and tell me a little about yourself. Meanwhile my e-mail mail box floods with bogus offers for this and that, with invitations to porn links, with liars and spam, and I prepare myself by asking you to surmount this built-in obstacle by taking the time to expand upon who and what you are, your accomplishments, aspirations, appetites. Somehow, both of us now made
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time. Youre weary of mediocrity and the riddled carcass through which so many bullets have already passed. Shredded dreams are not irreparable, my love. Shipwrecks are restored. Treasure is found.
Lives are mended. Great things can happen. I see your face on my knee, and not just because you hunger. I see your eyes. I see the gratefulness and the spirit, the independence and the submission.
I refuse to believe miracles of even a small nature are beyond the grasp of talented people like you and I, my sweet.