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ExcitingCaregiv...

I am a female, 33 years young, residing in United States, Minnesota - Lakeville, and I'm looking for a male match on Flirthut.

Nothing defines humans better than their willingness to do irrational things in the pursuit of phenomenally unlikely payoffs. This is the principle behind lotteries, dating, and religion.

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: >6' to 6'2 (1.83m to 1.88m)
  • Body type: athletic
  • Marital Status: single
  • Looking for: prefer not to say
  • Hair colour: brown
  • Hair length: long
  • Eyes: hazel
  • Drinking habits: rarely / occasionally
  • Smoking habits: prefer not to say
  • Has children: none
  • Joined Flirthut: Visible to upgraded members
  • Last online: Visible to upgraded members
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About me

Full of random and oftentimes useless information. I will kick your butt at Trivial Pursuit.

My flirt feature

I like to flirt with my my chest or cleavage.

Interests

Acting Cooking Crypto / Investing Cycling Fishing Movies / film Music Photograpy Pool / Snooker Restaurant Travelling




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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