[Nicks_Nose]

There are many kinds of love. I am a much loved woman. I am loved by cousins, Aunts, Uncles, Friends both far and near. I have the precious love of family including my parents, my brother, my two sons, and was very loved by a sister who has passed on.
I love many people, both known and unknown. I hurt for people who hurt, known or unknown. I hurt for creatures, nature, society, and world. Love is a beautiful feeling. I am lucky to feel its beauty when it is both received and given. I have volunteered for many organizations and groups. I feel compassion, respect, and admiration for other people. If I feel a person needs a boost, a hug, or a laugh, I try to pass on a message of positivity to each and every person I speak to, serve, or meet.

These actions do not signify though that I am lonely, desperate, overly eager to please, or seeking companionship. It seems, all too often, especially in dating, that men think my acts of kindness, fun, or special attention to them means I am needy and grabbing for companionship. I am not. I often need to clarify, before I frighten them off, that I am a naturally giving person. That does not mean I am gullible and naïve. I have had a lifetime of experience in losses, hurt, miscommunication, and frustration. I also have a university degree in the social sciences for which I have studied social issues such as Gender Issues, Social Psychology, Cultural Studies, Organizational Behaviour and Social Constructs, Reciprocity, etc. I have knowledge, life experience, and wisdom behind me.

I am a natural introvert. I have grown up in a family that was constantly moving. I rarely developed any sense of roots. I learned from this to cherish the present. I was bullied in childhood and therefore grew up often in very small groups of one or two friends or association on a more general level with organized groups like Scouting, Cadets, Youth Groups, and volunteering teams. Due to this and other life experiences, I have become comfortable in my own shell.

I have dated many men and have loved every one of them. I have enjoyed variety, creativity, imagination, exploration at various paces and places. I have as much pleasure from giving as I do from receiving. I have many gifts to offer a man but they come at a price, the highest price yet, your time. Prove to me that you wish to spend your valued time with me, and I can bring you on an amazing journey of your choosing. Share your time, your thoughts, your ideas, your jokes, your struggles, your stresses. If people spent the time, attention and gentle care to a partner the way they care for their sporting equipment, cars, computers, instruments, cabins, homes, etc, the rewards would be incredible! I am worth it!

I do not hurt when a man does not call. I think and wonder and contemplate, but I do not hurt. However, my time is precious also. Life has too many wonderful indulgences to remain immobile wondering why. I move on. I am selective. Consider yourself lucky to share a woman’s touch. In my life, I can go years without if it means finding the best. I have done it and believe me, it is always worth the wait. What makes it wonderful does not come from a man’s performance during the moment, as much as the before and after. How he approaches, the lead up, and how he follows up, immediately, a few hours after, on up to the days that follow. That is what makes a man a great lover…attentiveness. If a man does not feel my time is worth his, there will be no magic, no creativity, no exploration, no caress, no massages, no inspiration, no devotion, no attention back. It is their loss, not mine. Remember, I am already loved.

[kaliope]

you sound like a wonderful person, I wish I had a friend like you in my life!