The only thing that keeps me going in this world full of nothing but a load of codswallop is a bottle of cold beer after a long tiring day at work. But I think that it would be more exciting if I have someone to share it with. A fit and dishy lad wou...

I mainly dress for myself. I don't dress to impress. While I said that, I have no problem dressing up for someone special and to make him swoon over me. It's priceless when you see a man swoon with delight with how I look.

It's impossible for me to fall in love, but it's not impossible for me to be randy all the time. My mind is filled with filthy thoughts that are waiting for the golden opportunity to be freed. That'll happen soon as long as a naughty bloke finds me.

Flannel shirt with nothing else on, popcorn, comedy movies with a touch of smut playing on the telly, and lounging on the sofa is the best way to spend the weekend. Would be nice to have a caring bloke share those moments with though.

Craving for a hot romance, I order drinks in a pub where my eyes can wander to the types of men my fanny want to take home. Usually, they're the ones with hairy chest and deep blue eyes. Their qualities ignite the fire that's within me.

Drinking on Saturdays. Shagging someone who's dishy. Fantasising while watching erotic videos. These are three activities that has been routinary. I'm happy with my choices. They make me full of beans all the time.