Dragonette
I am Dragon, make me purr
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Looking, hoping, wanting, my man!
I am lonely and want a man of my own!
I am tired, old and lonely, and I want and need a cuddle!
Let’s see, what am I looking for?
Male, white, single, tall, reasonable body, clean shaven, hair, intelligent, financially secure, good sense of humour, romantic, trustworthy, honest and hopefully enjoys fantasy and dragons. In Australia, in NSW, around my age and close to me in location.
Ok, picky I know, but, I must specify, even if it’s not politically correct!
To start with would be chatting here, PM etc, email or chat programs, swapping pictures and thoughts, starting a friendship as that is very important.
Then, after time, talking on the phone, then meeting for a coffee or a drink, no hassles. Maybe I might just make another friend, that is good to.
Sex comes when it happens, I do not want to be pressured into that. Friendship first. Someone I can trust, to talk to, invite into my home, go out with, watch a video with, and have a cuddle, without pressure. Someone I can have a few drinks with and know they will either sleep on the lounge or with me, without expectation of sex. Someone who would enjoy taking me out, wining and dining me! Enjoying my company, me, without hassles. Then enjoy my fantasies, maybe.
I enjoy sex, don’t get me wrong, but I want it special, with ‘tingles.’
It will take time, I don’t look for casual sex, I get many offers for that, but I am looking for a life partner, not marriage or move in, I still need my own space. I have been on my own for a very long time, therefore I need my independence, my privacy, my own time.
I found my soul mate a few years ago, but it was not to be in this life. I want the feelings I felt with him, the ‘tingles’ when he held me, the thrill from his voice on the phone, the absolute trust I felt with him.
Fate brought us together, (long story,) but it was a fickle fate, he is mine and I am his, we belong together, but not this lifetime sadly.
He needed me in this life to give him back his confidence and show him a few things, he taught me also. I had six months of ecstasy with him, then with his new confidence he met a lady and continued on his life. Letting him go was so hard, harder that I expected, as be touched my heart. Now I want a man that will give me the feelings he did. He comes and goes, we are still friends, but he disappears for a while. We chat and email (when he comes back) and relive our memories. Sadly I have not heard from him for a while, but I hope that means he is happy.
So, what do I want?
A man, a true man who will understand me, like me as I am, which I sadly admit is to fat for my own liking! I have been dieting and put on weight! Growls!
But, I know underneath the fat, the gravity problems, the age causing problems, back ailments etc, males are not as picky as females, luckily they look inside the person, better than I do. I really hate the mirror, it does not show the image I want, it does not reflect how I feel, it jars me into reality, I don’t feel like that image and I hate it! But I know the image I want beside me!
So yes, I am picky, I have an image, a dream of him, no face yet, but I want him, my dream, my imagination, minds first, a linking, friendship, a togetherness, and then that special ‘tingle’, that so special feeling I knew once, that feeling again. I need that!
That is it, I must find that ‘tingle’ again!
When fate brought my soul mate to me, made us meet, I had lost a lot of weight, it just fell off, I have no idea why, and I want to know how it happened! Since then it has crept back again and I hate it. I felt really great then, oh, I could have lost a bit more to make me feel better, but I believed I looked good and I felt wonderful. I was even wearing dresses, which I had not worn for years, I found things in my wardrobe that fitted me again. It was fantastic, so wonderful!
I had some health problems, eye operations and work was just contract, but fate must have done that as I met him through a contract job. (Not the eye part though.)
Fate, do you believe in it?
Are our paths destined, is there something within our lives that are predestined?
Do we live now for a reason?
I have many thoughts on that, why did I meet him in this life when it was not to be for the rest of this life?
Soul mate, do we have more than one?
I married someone I believed I loved, I had a child, she is my life, my husband left. Years later, I lost weight (miraculously), something I had been battling to do for years, then I met him, this one. I had never met him before, just knew of him, I only knew his first name, not an unusual name. But I knew it was this male from years ago, from where we worked together, but in different locations. I actually took his job. I had been getting URL’s from other online friends about an animal, a flood of them, which was so strange, and when he arrived in my class, I learnt his surname. It was that animal. I knew it was the same one.
To try to explain, it is a long story to put into words, it is my life, my upbringing, my fate.
All I can say is that my life path pointed me there, pushed me there, fate brought us together, when I was feeling good within myself. Losing weight, wearing dresses, feeling great, but not looking for a partner, just following life, just enjoying life at that moment.
He is/was 20 years younger than me, he was 26 when we met then, and we had 6 months of fantasy together. The memories are still so wonderful and still hurt, I want him back! He created ‘tingles’ by just hugging me, his voice, his words and gestures.
Because of the age difference I set the rules, believing I could, believing it was. It was to be for the moment only, friends forever, enjoy this unusual moment.
Oh, I did enjoy it, it was magic, but he crept into my heart, I knew it would and could not last, he had a life ahead, we agreed.
But I broke the rule, my rule, (ok, I had excuses,) and he told me a young lady had asked him out, I encouraged him, this was his life, his next step.
But my rule was to talk together, to stay friends forever. I admit I was going through a bad patch health wise, my eye operation had turned out bad and I had no more work at that stage. But I had told him in real words, in an intimate moment, that he had broken my barriers, my wall around my heart and that I loved him. He was, not shocked, surprised maybe, and I know he was about to say the same, but I stopped him, to hear those words would have made it worse. So, when he wanted to see me, to tell me about his new lady, to talk to me, I couldn’t.
I sent him messages over our chat program, telling him I was happy for him, but I couldn’t talk to him, not in person. I even listened to his last phone call, letting the answering machine taking it, and I cried so hard! That last message when he rang, it hurt so much, he begged me to talk to him, I should of, but I couldn’t.
I kept replaying it to hear his voice and his words and cried my hurt!
I was angry with myself, I was happy for him, but I hurt, he had broken my barriers and I felt so much. I wanted him, the feelings he created, the ‘tingles,’
his voice, his arms. It was so perfect, so very perfect, I fitted into him, just right, he enclosed me in his arms, against him, we were together, it was my haven, it was so right. I could have stayed there forever, it was so absolute, my lair, my place.
Eventually we talked again over chat and emails, my apologies and his understanding, he comes and goes, at this moment he is gone, but I still relive our moments. I know he has moved and has a new job, I know he remembers are moments, our time together, I know he believes, as I do, that we should have been together, and will be in another life.
I want what I felt with him, he has been the only one that can create those ‘tingles’ by just a cuddle, to feel his arms around me, holding me close, to fit into him, it was perfect.
The story I posted “Midnight” is something he wrote for me, it is where I dreamed of going. I brought him to this understanding, to this enjoyment of sexual experience, I taught him a few things or showed him, and he taught me much more, we explored and talked,! Midnight should have been our next step, given time it would have been! I wish it had been.
I am still learning, wishing, and wanting. His picture is still above me, on the wall, just above my monitor, as I first saw him, he shaved off his goatee later, I remember the night he came into my home and happily asked me if I noticed!
So, now, I look back at my life, I look at some of the rare pictures I have of me when I was young, at 17 to 19. I am shocked, I see myself in those pictures as pretty, I never thought I was, yet now, I think I looked pretty.
Life is cruel, aging is worse, it brings wisdom I suppose, but, I am getting so old, life has become a struggle, the struggle gets worse, surely there is a reward?
So, after my rambling, I look for a companion to join me for the rest of this journey, I look for someone who can create those ‘tingles’ again.
There must be someone, life cannot be that cruel, I have been good, done the best I can, I am not perfect, I know that, no one is, but there must be a reward of some kind. Why did I meet him, why did I bring up a child by myself, trying to teach her things I didn’t really know about, trying to make her open and sensual, normal, not showing her my own confusion and hurt with my life.
I have stopped blaming my parents, learnt to understand the different beliefs then, my father died a while ago, but I have tried with my mother, I have given up. She is happy in her life, I admit I don’t like her, and I have now taken time out with her (a long time). I know she does not know many things, she can’t see herself and I feel pity her, but I am still not quite able to deal with her as yet. She is to blame for many things in my life, but she knew no different. She brought me up as best she knew, but…
To bring a child into this world, to give love to that child is easy, but to give knowledge, ahhhh, you must have it yourself first!
I am happy so state that my daughter is my one good achievement, she is my Princess, and my one joy in this life, happily married and her husband likes me! Took him time to get to know me, as it did me. Now I get more cuddles and kisses from him that I do from her!
I even had to walk her down the aisle and give a speech at her wedding, and give her away, but that was only the wording, I told her I could never give her away, I was sharing her, she is always mine.
I have rambled here, this next part was my wayward thoughts and nothing to do with this posting! I tend to type sometimes, trying to say stuff, put things into words and I venture away from my original topic!
Therefore, I have cut it and I am not sure what makes sense anymore!
Bottom line is: I admit I am lonely, I want something special now, I think I deserve it!
Therefore, two choices, either I find someone special or I am granted eternal sleep.
Now I am so tired, so sleep is a good idea!
edited as I found a typo in my first sentence, I can even type, so I admit, I am a lost cause!
I am lonely and want a man of my own!
I am tired, old and lonely, and I want and need a cuddle!
Let’s see, what am I looking for?
Male, white, single, tall, reasonable body, clean shaven, hair, intelligent, financially secure, good sense of humour, romantic, trustworthy, honest and hopefully enjoys fantasy and dragons. In Australia, in NSW, around my age and close to me in location.
Ok, picky I know, but, I must specify, even if it’s not politically correct!
To start with would be chatting here, PM etc, email or chat programs, swapping pictures and thoughts, starting a friendship as that is very important.
Then, after time, talking on the phone, then meeting for a coffee or a drink, no hassles. Maybe I might just make another friend, that is good to.
Sex comes when it happens, I do not want to be pressured into that. Friendship first. Someone I can trust, to talk to, invite into my home, go out with, watch a video with, and have a cuddle, without pressure. Someone I can have a few drinks with and know they will either sleep on the lounge or with me, without expectation of sex. Someone who would enjoy taking me out, wining and dining me! Enjoying my company, me, without hassles. Then enjoy my fantasies, maybe.
I enjoy sex, don’t get me wrong, but I want it special, with ‘tingles.’
It will take time, I don’t look for casual sex, I get many offers for that, but I am looking for a life partner, not marriage or move in, I still need my own space. I have been on my own for a very long time, therefore I need my independence, my privacy, my own time.
I found my soul mate a few years ago, but it was not to be in this life. I want the feelings I felt with him, the ‘tingles’ when he held me, the thrill from his voice on the phone, the absolute trust I felt with him.
Fate brought us together, (long story,) but it was a fickle fate, he is mine and I am his, we belong together, but not this lifetime sadly.
He needed me in this life to give him back his confidence and show him a few things, he taught me also. I had six months of ecstasy with him, then with his new confidence he met a lady and continued on his life. Letting him go was so hard, harder that I expected, as be touched my heart. Now I want a man that will give me the feelings he did. He comes and goes, we are still friends, but he disappears for a while. We chat and email (when he comes back) and relive our memories. Sadly I have not heard from him for a while, but I hope that means he is happy.
So, what do I want?
A man, a true man who will understand me, like me as I am, which I sadly admit is to fat for my own liking! I have been dieting and put on weight! Growls!
But, I know underneath the fat, the gravity problems, the age causing problems, back ailments etc, males are not as picky as females, luckily they look inside the person, better than I do. I really hate the mirror, it does not show the image I want, it does not reflect how I feel, it jars me into reality, I don’t feel like that image and I hate it! But I know the image I want beside me!
So yes, I am picky, I have an image, a dream of him, no face yet, but I want him, my dream, my imagination, minds first, a linking, friendship, a togetherness, and then that special ‘tingle’, that so special feeling I knew once, that feeling again. I need that!
That is it, I must find that ‘tingle’ again!
When fate brought my soul mate to me, made us meet, I had lost a lot of weight, it just fell off, I have no idea why, and I want to know how it happened! Since then it has crept back again and I hate it. I felt really great then, oh, I could have lost a bit more to make me feel better, but I believed I looked good and I felt wonderful. I was even wearing dresses, which I had not worn for years, I found things in my wardrobe that fitted me again. It was fantastic, so wonderful!
I had some health problems, eye operations and work was just contract, but fate must have done that as I met him through a contract job. (Not the eye part though.)
Fate, do you believe in it?
Are our paths destined, is there something within our lives that are predestined?
Do we live now for a reason?
I have many thoughts on that, why did I meet him in this life when it was not to be for the rest of this life?
Soul mate, do we have more than one?
I married someone I believed I loved, I had a child, she is my life, my husband left. Years later, I lost weight (miraculously), something I had been battling to do for years, then I met him, this one. I had never met him before, just knew of him, I only knew his first name, not an unusual name. But I knew it was this male from years ago, from where we worked together, but in different locations. I actually took his job. I had been getting URL’s from other online friends about an animal, a flood of them, which was so strange, and when he arrived in my class, I learnt his surname. It was that animal. I knew it was the same one.
To try to explain, it is a long story to put into words, it is my life, my upbringing, my fate.
All I can say is that my life path pointed me there, pushed me there, fate brought us together, when I was feeling good within myself. Losing weight, wearing dresses, feeling great, but not looking for a partner, just following life, just enjoying life at that moment.
He is/was 20 years younger than me, he was 26 when we met then, and we had 6 months of fantasy together. The memories are still so wonderful and still hurt, I want him back! He created ‘tingles’ by just hugging me, his voice, his words and gestures.
Because of the age difference I set the rules, believing I could, believing it was. It was to be for the moment only, friends forever, enjoy this unusual moment.
Oh, I did enjoy it, it was magic, but he crept into my heart, I knew it would and could not last, he had a life ahead, we agreed.
But I broke the rule, my rule, (ok, I had excuses,) and he told me a young lady had asked him out, I encouraged him, this was his life, his next step.
But my rule was to talk together, to stay friends forever. I admit I was going through a bad patch health wise, my eye operation had turned out bad and I had no more work at that stage. But I had told him in real words, in an intimate moment, that he had broken my barriers, my wall around my heart and that I loved him. He was, not shocked, surprised maybe, and I know he was about to say the same, but I stopped him, to hear those words would have made it worse. So, when he wanted to see me, to tell me about his new lady, to talk to me, I couldn’t.
I sent him messages over our chat program, telling him I was happy for him, but I couldn’t talk to him, not in person. I even listened to his last phone call, letting the answering machine taking it, and I cried so hard! That last message when he rang, it hurt so much, he begged me to talk to him, I should of, but I couldn’t.
I kept replaying it to hear his voice and his words and cried my hurt!
I was angry with myself, I was happy for him, but I hurt, he had broken my barriers and I felt so much. I wanted him, the feelings he created, the ‘tingles,’
his voice, his arms. It was so perfect, so very perfect, I fitted into him, just right, he enclosed me in his arms, against him, we were together, it was my haven, it was so right. I could have stayed there forever, it was so absolute, my lair, my place.
Eventually we talked again over chat and emails, my apologies and his understanding, he comes and goes, at this moment he is gone, but I still relive our moments. I know he has moved and has a new job, I know he remembers are moments, our time together, I know he believes, as I do, that we should have been together, and will be in another life.
I want what I felt with him, he has been the only one that can create those ‘tingles’ by just a cuddle, to feel his arms around me, holding me close, to fit into him, it was perfect.
The story I posted “Midnight” is something he wrote for me, it is where I dreamed of going. I brought him to this understanding, to this enjoyment of sexual experience, I taught him a few things or showed him, and he taught me much more, we explored and talked,! Midnight should have been our next step, given time it would have been! I wish it had been.
I am still learning, wishing, and wanting. His picture is still above me, on the wall, just above my monitor, as I first saw him, he shaved off his goatee later, I remember the night he came into my home and happily asked me if I noticed!
So, now, I look back at my life, I look at some of the rare pictures I have of me when I was young, at 17 to 19. I am shocked, I see myself in those pictures as pretty, I never thought I was, yet now, I think I looked pretty.
Life is cruel, aging is worse, it brings wisdom I suppose, but, I am getting so old, life has become a struggle, the struggle gets worse, surely there is a reward?
So, after my rambling, I look for a companion to join me for the rest of this journey, I look for someone who can create those ‘tingles’ again.
There must be someone, life cannot be that cruel, I have been good, done the best I can, I am not perfect, I know that, no one is, but there must be a reward of some kind. Why did I meet him, why did I bring up a child by myself, trying to teach her things I didn’t really know about, trying to make her open and sensual, normal, not showing her my own confusion and hurt with my life.
I have stopped blaming my parents, learnt to understand the different beliefs then, my father died a while ago, but I have tried with my mother, I have given up. She is happy in her life, I admit I don’t like her, and I have now taken time out with her (a long time). I know she does not know many things, she can’t see herself and I feel pity her, but I am still not quite able to deal with her as yet. She is to blame for many things in my life, but she knew no different. She brought me up as best she knew, but…
To bring a child into this world, to give love to that child is easy, but to give knowledge, ahhhh, you must have it yourself first!
I am happy so state that my daughter is my one good achievement, she is my Princess, and my one joy in this life, happily married and her husband likes me! Took him time to get to know me, as it did me. Now I get more cuddles and kisses from him that I do from her!
I even had to walk her down the aisle and give a speech at her wedding, and give her away, but that was only the wording, I told her I could never give her away, I was sharing her, she is always mine.
I have rambled here, this next part was my wayward thoughts and nothing to do with this posting! I tend to type sometimes, trying to say stuff, put things into words and I venture away from my original topic!
Therefore, I have cut it and I am not sure what makes sense anymore!
Bottom line is: I admit I am lonely, I want something special now, I think I deserve it!
Therefore, two choices, either I find someone special or I am granted eternal sleep.
Now I am so tired, so sleep is a good idea!
edited as I found a typo in my first sentence, I can even type, so I admit, I am a lost cause!
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