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Letβs get one thing straight right now π Iβm not here for games. Iβm a mom of two incredible sons π¦π¦π and I know exactly what I want. And what I want? You. ππ₯
Iβm the woman who can pack school lunches with one hand and leave you speechless with a single look across the dinner table ππ·. By day, Iβm the heartbeat of my little family π strong, steady, and endlessly loving. But when the lights go down and it's just us? π That's when the real heat comes out π₯π.
Iβm looking for something real. I want a partner. A best friend. A man who sees me, all of me, and isn't afraid to step up πͺβ€.
I want someone who can handle my boys and handle me π. Who knows that being a mom doesn't mean I've forgotten how to be a woman π₯. Who wants late-night conversations that turn into early mornings. Who isn't intimidated by a woman with fire in her soul π₯ and softness in her heart π.
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A man who is confident but kind π. Strong but tender πͺβ€. The kind of man who opens doors πͺβ¨ and opens up.
Someone who wants to build something that lasts, a real family, a real future, a real love story πβ€. Someone who is ready to be my rock, my flame, my foreverπ₯
I don't need perfect π. I need real.
If you're ready to handle a woman who is equal parts mom π©π¦π¦ and midnight fantasy ππβ¦ if you're ready for someone who'll have your back, your heart, and your full attention ππ₯β¦
Then stop scrolling. Send me a letter βπ.
Let's see if you can handle the heat π₯π.
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