Tired of Cheaters! 43 yr old woman seeks male
I'm a 43 year old W female trying for the last time if there is a decent man in this world. You wanna screw me over go on to the next woman in here because I don't take shit from anyone. Seriously, I'm so sick of men's games I just want to meet a nice man who doesn't think with his dick all the time. You have to have a job, a house, a car (no more bus-riders!) and keep your dick in your pants. I want to travel so have some money, I love the beach!!! (Hawaii, Mexico, California) and gambling, walking and love animals! I'm serious don't respond unless you like these things, and can KEEP your dick in your PANTS.
Something is flowing heavily, and it's not my nose after a two-week cocaine bender.
(For safety reasons, WWHM did not use the actual photo of the woman that wrote this ad. So just picture this woman with anger, herpes, and a beachball.)
As a guy, we have some concerns here.
The first is STD's. Having been with as many guys as she claims, she likely has an easier time identifying guys on Craigslist by their cock shots.
And with this kind of rage, something tells me if you put your hands down her pants, you'd find crabs. Not pubic crabs mind you, but actual crabs. Deadliest Catch could shoot an episode in her mini-skirt and we'd be knee-deep in crabcakes for 40 years.
The second is her history of boyfriends. Obviously her last boyfriend lacked the resources for a car, and likely had no job, which indicates she doesn't really set the bar very high. More accurately, she never even picked up the bar, which is currently lying on the lawn next to her last boyfriend, who passed out last night after beer-bonging her cleaning solvents. Yet strangely, she finds herself featured in a blog that chronicles the mating habits of the exact type of men she's attracted to. Can anyone pour me a nice, cool glass of irony? Thanks.
Third, she appears to suffer from bi-polar disorder- angry one minute, while hopeful and inspiring the next. Or more commonly known in romantic parlance as the "ticking time-bomb."
One minute you're sharing giggles and making cookies, two minutes later she's chainsawing your dog in half.
One minute you're snuggling and watching a movie, two minutes later you find your face in a waffle iron.
No reason, no explanation.
Perhaps it's just the crabs.