Today I had an interesting conversation with a 23-year old guy. I met him on a dating site a while back, but we’ve never really talked at length. He never mentioned meeting so I figured he was just a player. Every so often he’ll message me and say hi. Today he did so and mentioned seeing my car on My Space and I mentioned that he could see me in the reflection of one photo, and I told him just to look for my red hair. He said he liked redheads then shocked me by asking me if I was red all over. I said no, I was dark brown down below and then he said he liked it very hairy. I was thinking I must have missed part of a conversation and asked him specifics and yeah, he loves very hairy women, the hairier the better. After a brief conversation, I asked if he liked hairy pits and yeah, he does.

It went further and he likes EVERYTHING hairy. Not only that, he liked older women and BBWs. He says he likes everything normal people don’t, but I knew what he meant. I had to get back to work and he never talked about meeting, but it did my heart good to hear of someone so young who was open enough to love very hairy women. He’s a little too young for me, I think … but that also depends on how mature he is in person.

It’s funny, but every time I meet someone, I learn more and more about myself, my likes and my dislikes. So, I’d be willing to meet him for coffee, even though he’s a hair lover, as I don’t think it’s a fetish for him. But, I’ll see if he mentions it, I’m not going to push. There is someone else from another dating site who I’m chatting with right now. I don’t know if he’s into hair, or into fat chicks, but he just liked my profile as he said it was very open an down to earth. I get that a lot but they usually only email to say that, and that’s it. Or, they want to talk about classic cars, which is fine with me, since I’ll talk to anyone about cars.

Got my Firebird books from Amazon yesterday but haven’t had time to read them. Tomorrow I plan to take some time for me and relax and read. I also think I’m going to sell my other car, the one not doing being restored. I’m not as enthusiastic about it as I once was for some odd reason. I’ll wait until I get it back and then make the decision.

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