I'm a towering 5'2-1/2" tall. I'm forty-something, but looks 50 and feel 60. If you're smart, you don't want to meet me. I'm obsessive, compulsive, neurotic, anti-social, manic, and paranoid, but basically normal. "Maybe I should let the demons out more slowly." I can usually remember Monday through Thursday. If you can remember Friday, Saturday and Sunday contact me, lets put our 2-heads together. I'm a girly girl; My idea of camping is pulling hotel sheets over my head and calling it a tent.
I come to my daughter for advice....she once told me to find rich old men with bad hearts and no relatives. I'm tired of being hurt, my heart is not made out of stone. But I do try to find humor in everything...you can say it's my weapon against life. My friends would describe me as stunning, sexy, honest, loyal...but I have no friends. I'm also a world class gardener. I once dug a whole in my backyard when I was thinking of whacking my ex.
I'm famous for making toast and butter in 3 minutes. I've paid off all my credit cards except one...that's also why I have nothing in my savings. I have discovered the meaning of life but am too busy doing nothing to write it down. I can make extraordinary 5 course meals by just using a microwave. I'm way too spontaneous...I can be home one day and laying on a tropical island the next, and I have even spoken to Elvis...but I have never tasted the sweetness of this thing called Love.
Update...disregard the last sentence. For 24yrs. we were best friends. I trusted him with my life. I told him everything. He took care of me without letting me know it. The love of my life was always right in front of me.