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Gjanic4u

I am a female, 55 years young, residing in United States, Texas - Dallas, and I'm looking for a male match on Flirthut.

Immature love says: "I love you because I need you". Mature love says "I need you because I love you".

I am in search of...

An ambitious go-getter. I'm attracted to people who set big goals and put all their effort into pursuing them. Even if your life's dream is to become the world's greatest thumb-wrestler, I totally dig it.

  • Identifies as: female
  • Height: >5'6 to 5'8 (1.68m to 1.73m)
  • Body type: athletic
  • Marital Status: single
  • Looking for: a serious relationship
  • Hair colour: blonde
  • Hair length: long
  • Eyes: hazel
  • Drinking habits: rarely / occasionally
  • Smoking habits: brown
  • Has children: none
  • Joined Flirthut: Visible to upgraded members
  • Last online: Visible to upgraded members
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About me

If you kiss on the first date and it's not right, then there will be no second date. Sometimes it's better to hold out and not kiss for a long time. I am a strong believer in kissing being very intimate, and the minute you kiss, the floodgates open for everything else.

My flirt feature

I like to flirt with my my face.

Interests

Cooking Fashion Fishing Movies / film Music The Gym



The Date That Turned Into a Public Safety Incident

...and why I now require a phone call before meeting anyone in real life.

Dating is hard enough without adding public embarrassment, security guards, and a runaway train. But here I am, surviving to tell the story. We all know dating comes with risks. Sometimes those risks are emotional, sometimes logistical, and occasionally — like in my case — they involve a fully grown adult collapsing in public places for no logical reason. I had high hopes for this date. We'd met on a dating app, and she seemed genuinely lovely. Our messages flowed effortlessly — witty, playful, even a little flirty in the best possible way. There's something magical about those early conversations where everything feels promising, like this could be the start of something real. In hindsight, I probably should have insisted on a phone call first. That simple, four-minute conversation could have prevented what will forever be filed under "Worst Date of My Entire Life." But no, I was caught in the intoxicating trap of good texting chemistry. And texting chemistry… lies.

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