Baroque

My everyday reality is, in its own way, amusing… I share a bed with someone who is not attracted to me as a woman, too bad I'm not a magnet that could draw him closer, and it's difficult to escape his presence. We lie in one bed, yet each of us is, in our own way, so far away. At least I get that friendly kiss on the cheek before falling asleep, that's the only expression of his emotions toward me. That's why it's wonderful to know that there is someone, someone who desires my "bedside" presence… in dreams.

Searching… each of us has searched for / is searching for someone, something. When it comes to things, it's not such a tragedy if we don't find what we're looking for. Or we find it after some time, and "God forbid" we lose it. Things are replaceable and their loss doesn't trouble us as much. Searching for someone is considerably more difficult — perhaps we set our standards too high, that's why we don't succeed, perhaps we're looking in the wrong places… I don't know, there are perhaps endlessly many maybes. Some of us search practically our whole lives. But we must realize that our life is damn too short for that search for someone to succeed at all. So may each of us "searchers" find their own "treasure" as soon as possible 🫶😉. BTW… I'm not looking for a husband 🫣🤭

44 years old, given my age, I already know very well what I want. They say, those who play don't misbehave. That doesn't apply to me — I play and I am naughty :-). I'm not the prototype of a slim woman, quite the opposite, and I'm not exaggerating, unfortunately. I'm curvy and that's everywhere :). I'm not going to convince anyone that I'm not exaggerating. We're all some way or another, there is beauty in imperfections. Simply, I am who I am.