MMM_wms
Really Really Experienced
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- Dec 4, 2019
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When I look at the progress I am making towards my ultimate goal here, things are not looking as desperate as they seem at first sight. That is the good news.
The bad news: progress up to now has been infinitesimally slow.
I measure progress by the number of women interested in getting to know me. Hopefully for assessing whether making an intimate connection with me, would fit into their life.
What irks me the most: I know there exist a sizeable number of female Litsters in the same predicament I am in. Missing a truly intimate connection in life, a companionship that would add life to their life again. Something that could add value, because it would enrich her life as well as mine.
So here we have at least one woman who longs for all the aspects of life I long for, on the one end of the internet, and we have me on the other end, longing for the same. And yet we are not finding our path for meeting each other.
Why the hell is this happening? I keep asking myself.
Reason #1 I am sure is: only very few women exist, who are taken in by the personality of the man, who describes himself via my particular kind of personal ads. I found one lately, who resonated with me along almost all aspects of the spectrum, except she was unable to see, that Donald Trump is a hoax and a faker, and his aim is to ruin America for good.
I may have found a second one, but her needs for the companionship I seek are way too low. What I could offer her is “nice to have” but not life-essential for her.
So all I can do really is to “keep on trucking”. Hoping against hope that one day YOU will read my ads, and all of a sudden the sun will begin to rise for you.
Let’s face it, what I offer you is a very small gift only: companionship with me. And that gift becomes a huge one only for you and nobody else. Because you need a man exactly like me. And only for you will life change markedly when we begin exchanging mails.
Because only you possess a vivid-enough imagination, and you can turn my clumsy words into real-life-like pictures in that “head cinema” you carry around with you between your ears. And only you will feel enchanted when I set out to fondle your soul. Because your deficits exist not only in your genitals but in your soul as well, maybe in your heart as well. Possibly in the intellectual part of your brain also.
We could give so much to each other, but for that you’d have to find me first, and then you’d have to jump in the water, aiming to swim with me. Without fear of drowning.
The bad news: progress up to now has been infinitesimally slow.
I measure progress by the number of women interested in getting to know me. Hopefully for assessing whether making an intimate connection with me, would fit into their life.
What irks me the most: I know there exist a sizeable number of female Litsters in the same predicament I am in. Missing a truly intimate connection in life, a companionship that would add life to their life again. Something that could add value, because it would enrich her life as well as mine.
So here we have at least one woman who longs for all the aspects of life I long for, on the one end of the internet, and we have me on the other end, longing for the same. And yet we are not finding our path for meeting each other.
Why the hell is this happening? I keep asking myself.
Reason #1 I am sure is: only very few women exist, who are taken in by the personality of the man, who describes himself via my particular kind of personal ads. I found one lately, who resonated with me along almost all aspects of the spectrum, except she was unable to see, that Donald Trump is a hoax and a faker, and his aim is to ruin America for good.
I may have found a second one, but her needs for the companionship I seek are way too low. What I could offer her is “nice to have” but not life-essential for her.
So all I can do really is to “keep on trucking”. Hoping against hope that one day YOU will read my ads, and all of a sudden the sun will begin to rise for you.
Let’s face it, what I offer you is a very small gift only: companionship with me. And that gift becomes a huge one only for you and nobody else. Because you need a man exactly like me. And only for you will life change markedly when we begin exchanging mails.
Because only you possess a vivid-enough imagination, and you can turn my clumsy words into real-life-like pictures in that “head cinema” you carry around with you between your ears. And only you will feel enchanted when I set out to fondle your soul. Because your deficits exist not only in your genitals but in your soul as well, maybe in your heart as well. Possibly in the intellectual part of your brain also.
We could give so much to each other, but for that you’d have to find me first, and then you’d have to jump in the water, aiming to swim with me. Without fear of drowning.
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