Give me a woman with some mileage on her. Let her have had her two to four children. Let her have had the whirl wind romance that led to the disillusioning marriage and divorce. Let her have outgrown the need to have someone around to be her companion. Let her not be starry-eyed for the story book, Princess Di experience. Let her be beyond false modesty or needing the third-party shield and protector. Let her be experienced in unblushing banter and of her own thoughts. Let her be her OWN person and not what she has lost or Momma's or Daddy's girl.
Let her have the unapologetic gaze of someone viscerally moved. Let her have the spontaneous physical reactions of catching her breath between parted lips. Let her feel the desire to have that experience for her memories and her affirmation of her capabilities.
Yes, give me that old broad. The extra padding and lumps come with the comfortableness in being herself and the years of emotional seasoned which those young things can only talk about in abstraction on second or third hand authority. Cute doesn't guarantee resolve, just a luring posture. Give me the un-coy engager of serious intent, NOT the arbitrager for a false security myth.
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