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Single black female: 5'2", 170 lbs of curves, short natural hair (ponytail length for the moment; growing it back out long), au natural - no make up etc., milk chocolate complexion. Bachelors in engineering and a law degree. Gainfully employed. One child - 6yo. I enjoy playing tennis, walking, painting, and reading. I also have unexplored interests in photography and golf. In search of: single, educated, attentive, attractive male who shares some of my interests and is ready for a long term relationship. I prefer someone 32-38 yo, 5'7"+, with a full head of hair, slim to a few extra pounds in size. Those are just preferences and not at all mandatory! If I interest you, please email me. Please email me with a summary about you and send a picture or two. Please use subject line: "ISO Love." I will respond and include a headshot and 3/4 length picture of me if I receive a picture.

I'm a single mother, and I'm crazy busy. I'm in a Masters program. I have a bunch of great things going for me. And I'm looking for someone to share it with. And I don't have time for games, nor do I have the time or inclination to go trolling the bars all the time to find someone, nor am I terribly sure that I would want someone who is at the bars all the time anyway. I'm HUGELY sarcastic and cynical. My friends find me pretty entertaining. I'm 5'9", average build to a little thick. I'm not the crazy/stalker type. I like to hike, spend time with family and friends, play with my dogs, read and listen to music, go on drives and explore, watch football. I'd like the outdoors more if Mother Nature didn't send out her little winged mercenaries after me. I'm not really a huge fan of the cold. What I"m looking for? Someone taller than me. Someone who can follow through and doesn't flake or disappear. I know, things come up, so I need someone who can be proactive about saying something. Have some ambition. Have a job or some type of legal income. Have a vehicle. Taller than me is a definite preference. 25-35. No other entanglements (as in divorce papers are finalized, no long distance or "on and off girlfriend"). Be looking for something long term. Don't be super clingy, I just don't have a ton of time, though I will MAKE the time for things that are important. I really like my kid, but I'm pretty questionable about other peoples children. Other than that...honesty, a sense of humor, and personality are my biggest priorities, even though I'd be lying if I said that looks weren't somewhat important to me as well. Perseid meteor shower is tonight. Apparently there are viewing parties out near Fish Trap? Anyway, I thought it was kind of cool that for a "sky" event, the weather is actually clear and warm. If I'm not for you, I wish you the best of luck!

Hello! Thank you for taking the time to read my posting. A little about me. . . I am 30 years old, do not have any children and of course I am single. I am a plus size girl, confident and take pride in my appearance. I love to do all kinds of things such as go to comedy clubs, live music, ride four wheelers, go camping. . . I can pretty much have fun doing anything in good company : ) A little about what I am looking for. . . I like a man with a great sense of humor, someone who is looking for things to eventually evolve into a relationship. It is also important to me that a man have good work ethics as I do and of course good hygiene. If you think you would like to chat, send me an email and we can see what happens. Look forward to hearing from you!

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