Name: Josh H.
Gender: male Age Group:41-50
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City & Country:
Compton California
United States
Hobbies: Reading , traveling , shopping , Camping
Penpal message / wishes:
Hello My name is Josh , from Compton California . I was born Dec 25th 1973 ( 51 ) age is just a number . I am masculine single dad of one , and subtle, but at the same time self-confident and purposeful. I believe that every day can be an adventure and life is full of unforgettable moments to be shared with someone special. My heart is open to new acquaintances and adventures, and I am looking for a woman who can add joy and color to my life. Active recreation in the fresh air is my weakness. I am looking for a woman who values loyalty, honesty and openness in a relationship . Also I won’t tell you I’m a perfect man , that’s why I’m not looking for a perfect woman. All i seek for is a woman who is not perfect , that we can both bring out our perfection out of our imperfections. I am sure that mutual respect and understanding is the basis of a happy and sustainable relationship/partnership. If you share my values and you are looking for something serious, let's get to know each other better . Do tell me where u from ? How old are u ? What u do for a living and also reply back with your picture . Also know that look and shapes does not matter to me , what matter most is the love we share . Do feel free to ask me any questions I'm ready to answer all on my mail . You can copy my email and reply me back to my mail . Here is my mail hathawayjoshua581@gmail.com . so that we can have a proper/better communication by exchanging email messages , would have love to keep communication here , but I'm a busy person due to my job. Talking and message by mail is convenient for me. And I promise to reply promptly ones your message pop up . Thanks for your understanding . I look forward to read from you soon do have a lovely day. Best Regards.
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Name: Aimee O.
Gender: female Age Group:41-50
E-Mail Address: Hidden, click here to show e-mail
City & Country:
United States
Penpal message / wishes:
I am a 47-year-old woman in the Metro Detroit area of Michigan, the mitten, where the weather has opinions and winter builds character whether you asked for it or not. I am happily married. Solidly. Calmly. Not “it’s complicated” and not interested in complicating it. I am not looking for romance, flirting, emotional affairs, or seeing where anything goes. It goes nowhere. Hard stop.
I am only looking for female pen pals between the ages of 30 and 65. That is not personal, it is practical. I want to write to women who have lived some life. Women with stories, opinions, scars, and perspective earned the long way around.
I am poor. Not tragically, not dramatically, just factually. I do not have money, gifts, financial help, or surprise generosity. If that is what you are looking for, please move along without resentment. I am rich in thoughts, observations, humor, and spirals. That is the full inventory.
I only do email letters. No snail mail, no packages, no swaps, no stationery expectations. Email lets us write long letters at odd hours without turning it into a production.
I like tidy correspondence. Polite check-ins. Thoughtful, curated updates that show someone paused long enough to think before hitting send. I appreciate structure and intention. I like letters that know how to begin.
And then I want them to unravel.
I want emails that start out normal and veer into tangents, memories, half-finished thoughts, and accidental honesty. I want side quests. I want parenthetical comments that spawn more parentheticals until the original point disappears and nobody minds, because something better replaced it.
If you overthink, overexplain, overshare a little, apologize for it, and then keep going anyway, we will probably get along.
I like abandoned buildings in a reverent way. Old factories, closed schools, hospitals that became ghosts. Detroit has plenty. Places that still remember people. Cemeteries do the same thing for me. Quiet, honest, grounding. If that feels peaceful instead of creepy, we’re aligned.
I care about things. Feminism is baseline. Environmentalism matters. Black lives matter. Animals matter because they didn’t consent to any of this. Caring is exhausting, but indifference is worse.
Art is oxygen. Drawing, doodling, painting when words won’t cooperate. I like color, repetition, and mess. Classic children’s books still matter to me because they understood fear, wonder, and resilience before adults tried to sand the edges off everything.
Museums make me lose time. Ballet is brutal and beautiful. Theater matters because humans are imperfect. Musicals make me emotional and I’m fine with that.
Autumn is my favorite season. Hoodies, rain, apple orchards, bonfires, thunderstorms, and falling asleep to the sound of rain like the world is breathing for you.
Music matters. I still blast it like it’s the 90s. Streaming is great. Mixtapes were better. Singing in the car is mandatory.
I like body art. Tattoos that mean something and tattoos that used to. Long showers that turn into accidental therapy. Pillows that know how you sleep.
Animals are essential. Otters are chaos. Bees are tiny saints. Butterflies are proof that transformation is messy and still works. I garden with uneven success and stubborn hope.
I love rain, naps, tea that’s too hot, quiet that hums, and days where doing nothing feels earned.
I write. Poetry when I’m brave. Prose when I’m stubborn. Lists when I’m overwhelmed. Letters when I’m hopeful. I want emails that wander and end somewhere unexpected.
I like tangents, humor that doesn’t punch down, and friends who are made slowly. I swear sometimes. I laugh at the wrong moments. I’m slightly off-color and occasionally crude.
Cemeteries matter because mortality keeps things real. I’m not morbid. I’m practical with feelings.
Comfy clothes are sacred. Sweats, old hoodies, bare feet, pillows stacked wrong, and falling asleep to something you’ve already seen so your brain will finally shut up.
What I want in a pen pal is presence, not efficiency. Someone who can spiral with me. Someone who understands that nonsense is sometimes how truth sneaks in. Someone who can be thoughtful, funny, boring, and human.
You don’t have to like everything I like. You do have to be curious, kind, and capable of depth without drama.
Tell me about the weather and then derail. Tell me what you reread when you’re sad. Tell me about a place that feels haunted in a good way. Tell me something small that made you feel human.
This is not romance. This is not networking. This is two grown women exchanging words because words still matter.
Email letters only. Women only. Ages 30 to 65. No money. No romance. Spiraling welcome.
Life is messy. Let’s write like it.
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