I've fallen in love with a wonderful woman, folks. The following are my musings about her:You call yourself a potato; if you are, you're the most beautiful potato I've ever seen: a sweet potato. ^^
She is seven-teen years my senior; she was in highschool when I was born but that doesn't matter to me.
Sweet, compassionate, with a lewd sense-of-humor - just the way I like it!
Ginger with a lovely smile & an attractive amount of pudge.
I imagine talking with you, laughing with you, snuggling with you, making-love with you.
And while you may never know me, I'm privileged to know you.
(Note me if you want to know who she is.)