I’m 20 years old and single. Yes, still single. I’ve looked in bars, at parties, at church, even on AOL. But had no luck whatsoever. I’m not worried. He’s out there and I’ll find him. I’m from Biloxi Mississippi and am told I have the ‘most bangin’ accent you’ve ever heard. I work for Continental Airlines as a flight attendant. I serve your dinner, give you eeny-weenie teeny-tiny bags of pretzels, and occasionally catch you humping in my bathroom! It’s good pay but the job is not all it’s cracked up to be. Only about half the time when my shift is over am I able to climb into my comfy king size waterbed set at a steamy 88 degrees covered with silk sheets, feather comforter, and surrounded by a dozen pillows. No. I’m usually stuck in a crummy hotel room, alone, in some metropolitan city I don’t know, eating bon-bons, being bored. I keep myself from dying of boredom by taking some online college courses or chatting in the cities chat that I’m currently stuck in. Usually nothing good comes from this. Occasionally I do meet someone online who seems cool enough to meet in person and sometimes it turns out to be pretty fun. That’s rare though. It’s usually not fun. I needed a better screening process or something. While online I get dozens upon dozens of IM’s & E-Mails an hour and there is no possible way I could carry a conversation with each and every person. It’s ridiculous. Trying to get to know me? talk to me? sleep with me? ?Make A Trading Card Here
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Remember collecting baseball cards or Garbage Pail Kids cards? It’s like that. . Now, whenever someone uses my link their card is automatically placed in my deck. Wanna play? Here’s my link so I can track you. I figure, If I’m worth it & you think you’re worth it you’ll put a little time and effort into trying to get to know me. The IM’s that start with “Hey” or “You’re Hot!” or “Got Any More Pics?” I no longer have to deal with. Oh, and it’s free… I’m not some porn bot trying to get your credit card number. I don’t go live on cam. LOL. But I will tell you this: I’m not a tramp, a hoochie, or a one-night-stand kind of girl. As a matter of fact I can count the number of guys I’ve been with on my hands! Impressive? I know! So, as I tire and get ready for this I leave you with one thought. Where is the guy of my dreams?