on Mar 14th, 200648-year-old Dreams of Bedding 20-year-old (Is that you Sharon Stone?)
When it’s fall you think spring and when it’s spring you think fall…at least that’s what this 48-year-old lady from the Mission District in San Francisco must be thinking. She’s hot after a 20-year-old boy for a “real friendship” with space and respect. If you’re over 30, though, bug off, man! She has her “personal preferences” and there ain’t no messing with the heart.
Dreams are like shoes, some fit, some pinch, and some smell like cat piss.
Twenty Something boys? Come to me! - 48 (mission district)
So if you’re 30 then, you’re too old for me. Don’t be offended. It’s just personal preferences. We’ve all got them. What I seek is difficult though. I want a real friendship/intimate buddy/real buddy type thing with space and respect. And want that all with a man so much younger. Perhaps even a “real” relationship. Ain’t it fun to dream…Wanna be my younger man?