Age: 42
Weight: 128lb, 58kg Height: 5'6", 168cm
Eye Color: Green Hair Color: Blonde
Marital Status: Divorced
Children: 1 - girl, 21
Religion: Christian
Smoker: No Drinker: Socially
Education: College
Company: Private
Job Title: Bookkeeper
Sports:
Hobbies:
English: fair
Languages: Ukrainian (native),Russian (excellent)
Self Description: I am me. In all the world, there is no one else exactly like me or you. Everything that comes out of me is authentically mine, because I alone chose it. I own everything about me: my body, my feelings, my mouth, my voice, all my actions, whether they be to others or myself. I own my fantasies, my dreams, my hopes, my fears. I own my triumphs and successes, all my failures and mistakes. Because I own all of me, I can become intimately acquainted with me. By so doing, I can love me and be friendly with all my parts. I know there are aspects about myself that puzzle me, and other aspects that I do not know but as long as I am friendly and loving to myself, I can courageously and hopefully look for solutions to the puzzles and ways to find out more about me. However I look and sound, whatever I say and do, and whatever I think and feel at a given moment in time is authentically me. If later some parts of how I looked, sounded, thought, and felt turn out to be unfitting! , I can discard that which is unfitting, keep the rest, and invent something new for that which I discarded. I can see, hear, feel, think, say, and do. I have the tools to survive, to be close to others, to be productive, and to make sense and order out of the world of people and things outside of me. I own me, and therefore, I can engineer me. I am me, and I am okay.
Comments: First thing in the morning when you just arose your eyes 'still closed; you're getting up; you`re feeling down; Maybe it's because your bed is creased on one side. You can't hide your face from smiling. While your heart wears a frown. You always moving on, no place to call home living alone Why should it have to be this way? We all need someone to love. Holding and kissing you When you go missing you Keeping you warm through The cold of the night We all need someone to love!
Age: 42
Weight: 128lb, 58kg Height: 5'6", 168cm
Eye Color: Green
Hair Color: Blonde
Marital Status: Divorced
Children: 1 - girl, 21
Religion: Christian
Smoker: No
Drinker: Socially
Education: College
Company: Private
Job Title: Bookkeeper
Sports:
Hobbies:
English: fair
Languages: Ukrainian (native),Russian (excellent)
Self Description: I am me. In all the world, there is no one else exactly like me or you. Everything that comes out of me is authentically mine, because I alone chose it. I own everything about me: my body, my feelings, my mouth, my voice, all my actions, whether they be to others or myself. I own my fantasies, my dreams, my hopes, my fears. I own my triumphs and successes, all my failures and mistakes. Because I own all of me, I can become intimately acquainted with me. By so doing, I can love me and be friendly with all my parts. I know there are aspects about myself that puzzle me, and other aspects that I do not know but as long as I am friendly and loving to myself, I can courageously and hopefully look for solutions to the puzzles and ways to find out more about me. However I look and sound, whatever I say and do, and whatever I think and feel at a given moment in time is authentically me. If later some parts of how I looked, sounded, thought, and felt turn out to be unfitting! , I can discard that which is unfitting, keep the rest, and invent something new for that which I discarded. I can see, hear, feel, think, say, and do. I have the tools to survive, to be close to others, to be productive, and to make sense and order out of the world of people and things outside of me. I own me, and therefore, I can engineer me. I am me, and I am okay.
Comments: First thing in the morning when you just arose your eyes 'still closed; you're getting up; you`re feeling down; Maybe it's because your bed is creased on one side. You can't hide your face from smiling. While your heart wears a frown. You always moving on, no place to call home living alone Why should it have to be this way? We all need someone to love. Holding and kissing you When you go missing you Keeping you warm through The cold of the night We all need someone to love!
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