I will soon celebrate thirty years of strong and independent. Not fat, but yes, full-fat, I drink alcohol, lie on the couch with the internet and sometimes clutter to get rid of the fuck for the night. Careers, publications, salary in a couple or three kilobacks a month, travel around the world, extreme sports and other cooking.
I put my love-care on family, friends and their children.
The surrounding people think that "no, such a girl can’t be alone". I don’t even have cats.
The relationship was and ended. Sex is also not interesting - because there were such lovers as Voyuh, and to pick up a dozen men and face-spam from their mediocrity - why do you divorce?
I want children and a family, but with some ideal that I may not meet.
Maybe something is wrong with the hormones, but I really don't understand, I'm in a relationship. Interesting life, money, communication, sex – it’s all there. Is this what a man can give me? Additional problems and brainstorming? Something, em, love, respect, or confidence that I have enough?
While I was a child and survived, I thought a man would come and solve all my problems and help. Now it is wild to be obligated and honorable to another person, and it is easier for one.
No, if I meet, I will be happy to ovulate.
Until now I do not understand. But I understand the men well. It is cool to be single :)