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Name: Granny Mae R.Gender:femaleAge Group:31-40 E-Mail Address:Hidden, click here to show e-mail City & Country: Darlington
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What I mean is please be an arm-chair romantic, which means yourself very much wishing for something very romantic because you haven't found it yet, and because it's not with me. This is just about being romantic - that's what arm-chair romantic means.
After a rather long lifetime of always finding only a missing aching feeling in both my marriage and attempted online romantic intimacy with probably more than fifteen men, I've decided to write my own romantic love story completely fictionalized in order to at least let some much younger man out there who's looking for a younger woman to love him to her complete capacity, to be able to understand what it would take to allow her to do such a wonderful thing without himself in the way yet being right there with her.
So I'm looking for a very unique type of man who's not right now trying to find a woman to get together with, but simply a man who's willing to listen to an elderly woman's wisdom for his ability to meet someone else some other day for the love of his life the most adventuresome way to be happily ever after with.
Now just as a teaser, a man can't know what a woman is all about because he's not a woman. That's not a duh, that -usually- means that a man can't know because his way of knowing about things doesn't work to understand her because she operates in ways he can't even imagine. So instead of trying to understand something impossible to understand, it needs to be approached in a way that at least I've never seen anyone describe before so now you might see why I would want to write such a book which almost seems to be too good to be true but actually is.
You have to imagine myself as both very old and very much younger. For one of the ages the wisdom is here and no longer the looks, and for the other the youth is here with how long it took, and all of that is much more than you can imagine possibly seeing in a picture of either one.
I need a willing younger man wanting to be the first reader of my book I'm writing so that I can get your male perspective right in certain places in exchange for you being so very glad you did.
Here's my romantic story idea.
A very gracious very elderly very mysterious very grandmotherly type has a young woman protégé who's actually there for the grandmotherly woman's needed household assistance who loves hearing the old woman's story of her life. A young man just happens along for another reason, perhaps a tree has crashed through the corner of the old woman's fairytale-looking charming mysterious house and he's needing to take quite awhile with accurately period-historically rebuilding that section with just as much charm and fairytale feelings to it which of course is temporarily sectioned off, and without anyone realizing it over the course of more than a year he ends up innocently overhearing what the two women are talking about.
But he doesn't even know what the younger woman looks like just what she sounds like with her slight french accent against the soothing sound of the old woman's rocking rocking in a rocking chair knitting and talking softly and conspiringly like only a kindly old great-grandmotherly woman can do.
You'll catch on soon if you're the right man. Please introduce yourself very politely and gentlemanly to give this a try for your maybe someday love of your life to arrive beyond your so-far innocent inabilities to know what actually makes women tick, or at least the kind you're hoping this ad is referring to.
I couldn't possibly write to you every day, so when I do there will be depths between the lines that'll take you awhile to understand, so we'll be writing back and forth once a week to every other week. To get started however it could be more often if we feel the intrigue together which I'm already feeling from someone out there.
Now excuse me I've got some knitting to finish while I wait for you to let me know how well you've actually read my ad looking for a man to repair my house from that huge weeping willow tree still lying in the middle of the front parlor. You'll have to come around back because that tree has positively made a total mess out of the entire front porch. It looks as if my house is hidden behind a massively magically still growing fallen tree in an enchanted forest that only the right man could find his way to. Its address can't be seen anymore but it's 219 W Magnolia Drive at the end of the long road with the silos just beyond the edge of the small town of Darlington which is way out in the country where Cherry Blossom Creek meets Sympassion River. Hopefully you'll be able to put the lovely flower gardens back to rights as well afterwards, and bring me a fragrant bouquet in a vase now and then before they get unavoidably tramped by all the work. My eldercare assistant young woman Ginger would like that very much while we're having tea and talking like you wouldn't believe.
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