36, single, never married, never pregnant, live alone, have had 3 serious relationships, employed, own a vehicle.

Chubby/fat/curvy, black hair, brown eyes, medium skintone, Native American.

Looking for companionship, fun, laughter, dating, foodie, adventure, and conversation.

Please be: single, local, age 32-45, straight, fun, funny, black hair, loves plump women.

My perfect date would involve me getting ready midday by taking a warm, luxurious bubble bath. Followed by pampering myself head to toe. Lathering myself in lotion and spritzing myself with oils and perfumes. Picking out the perfect outfit; something comfortable, but cute. My heartbeat would race waiting to meet you. We would meet in the restaurant I suggested for pastries, soup, and conversation. I'd shake your hand. But I wish for a hug...since I'm a hugger. We would exchange smiles and sit down. I'd ramble and hope you ramble as well. But hopefully, our chemistry is enough to calm us down. That we flow naturally that it takes no effort to engage. Like knowing someone for decades. I hope that for us. That we hit it off as friends. That we laugh and share secrets. And before we know it, the restaurant is either empty or packed and we haven't taken notice. We drip over into the next meal time and decide, "Why not?" We order entrees and wine. We continue to keep our natural flow and momentum. A beautiful montage of two single people making a connection. Once our bellies and minds are full. We stand up and hug. This time the hug lingers. We walk outside the restaurant and awkwardly close our conversation. Both of us not wanting the night to end. You go to shake my hand, but embrace it instead. Breathing stops. It's time for a kiss. How will our lips meet? How will they move together? How will our mouths taste? A simple kiss gives us the answer. Will we be friends? Will we be lovers? Will we be so much more? Will I tell my friends how you rested your hands perfectly on my face and body as we kissed? How good you were with your tongue and lips? Gentle? Rough? A biter? How your tongue tasted of onions?? Or wine?? Would I lean in for more? Before we smile and say goodnight and walk away wishing for more of our company. Fighting the urge to text. But text Anyway to prolong this feeling of static electricity and happiness.