I’m looking for a friend. A pal. A life-long buddy.
I’m looking for the person that I will call hubby. You’re all cuddly and quiet. Are you shy or just nervous? Are you not that into me?
I passed the day. Texted you around 3:30. I don’t want to come on strong.
I’ve dropped you before. Now, are you thinking I’m after your money?
I’m sorry honey. I could care less about your money.
Don’t get me wrong I don’t hold it against you. I like your teeth and your smile, your belly, your beard and all that’s missing are your whispers in my ear.
Call me sexy. I want to be your lady. Don’t think I’m crazy. You know I am already.
Will you call me wifey? Is that for what you are looking? I can’t tell for sure.
You’re older, 31. I’m almost 25. Am I too young? Is this crossing your mind?
