Key8223: Just looking
Não com Normal tipo físico
Ashburn, va, Virginia
41 year old Mulher, 165cm, Batista
Negra/Afro-descendente, Capricórnio
Key8223 quer sair e conhecer mas nada sério.

No! I'm not looking for a relationship. I'm waiting for love to find me.

Procurando Homem Para Namoro
Necessidades Incompleto Química Incompleto
Você bebe? Não Quer ter filhos? Não quero filhos
Estado Civil Solteiro(a) Usa drogas? Não
Cor de Cabelo Preto Cor dos Olhos Castanho
Tem carro? Sim Tem filhos? Sim
Relacionamento Mais Longo Mais de 10 anos Você é ambicioso(a)? Tenho ambição.
Bicho de Estimação Não tenho  

Sobre Kima
I left this section blank for a while, mostly because I concluded that people don't really read these descriptions. Every time I thought "Maybe I should write a little something about myself," someone would send me a dumb ass question like: How tall are you, Are you single, Do you have any kids, where do you live, and I'd think "I knew they weren't reading." I digress.

I really try and speak to every one, but I'm not quick to give out my number. When I say I'm just looking, I dont mean I'm looking to find something specific. I mean I'm just looking to see what's out here. ANALOGY: When I'm in the grocery store, and I go to the fruit isle, but I didn't go to the grocery store for fruit, I'm just looking. If I see some delicious fruit, I will buy it. But I don't intend to lick every piece of fruit in the fruit isle, while I look. And I'm selective about my fruit.

With all of that said, I'm a little old fashion. I think men pursue women. I think men are providers. There are men that want their women to be as competitive as them in the relationship. I'm a woman, I'm not competing with my man...period! If this is not you, please don't leave me a message telling me why I'm wrong. I know my worth, I'm not easily swayed. I'm a God-fearing woman, I prefer a God-fearing man. I'M NOT SAYING I'M A HOLY ROLLER, KNOCKING AT THE DOORS OF THE CHURCH BEFORE THEY OPEN. But if you aren't led by God, there's no chance of you leading me and my household.

Puxando conversa (ex. o que você gostaria de fazer num primeiro encontro...)
This section may sound as though I am judgmental, but I promise you I am not. I try and speak to everyone. I get a lot of guys ask me questions like: what's your favorite color, what's your favorite food, what kind of music you listen to, what are your hobbies? Please tell me you have more in your conversation bag than small talk. I answer the questions, but the conversation usually doesn't get very far, to which they reply, "I'm trying to get to know you." Guess what? You aren't trying to get to know me asking these types of questions. I don't have any favorites. I'm usually pretty open to a lot of different things. Tell me something about your childhood that's funny and also reveals something about you and I'll tell you something. Actually, I'll start:

I grew up in the country, and I was a tomboy when I was younger. I used to like to hang out in the woods with my cousins, climb trees, shot at cans with the rifle (most of the time we had to settle for a BB gun), whatever they did. My mom told me to stop going into the woods, but of course I was hard headed and continued to go. One day we went into the woods near an old refinery or something. There was a stream of water that we had to cross to get back home and since we had never been there, we didn't know how long the stream was. It started getting dark, and everyone knew the rule was you had to be home before the streetlights came on. So, we were too far down the stream to turn around and go back and make it home on time and there didn't appear to be an end to the stream, but there were trees around. One of the trees looked as though I could just climb onto a branch, scoot to about half way on the branch and jump off on the other side of the stream, so that's what I attempted to do. I got on the branch and before I knew what was going on, the branch began to brake. I quickly grabbed for the branch above my head, and that one broke to. Now I was in the stream, screaming, because I couldn't swim. It didn't take long to notice that my cousins were on dry land laughing, because the stream was shallow. I could stand up. After we got out of the stream and they laughed at me all the way home, my mom asked why my pants were wet, so I looked at her and said "I didn't make it home in time, I peed my pants." Because I knew she would have tore my ass up if she knew I was in the woods.

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