I am a heartless Bitch because I have no heart since my husband ripped it out and lost it. Like I'd trust YOU to pick one. I scan the horizons and play the Personals like a bored, chain-smoking housewife in Vegas yet it only seems to verify that most men are asking for the world and yet have nothing to give. You're going to have to spell out what you think goes on in a relationship. Other beginnings are not so formal.
Phone numbers are like potato chips in social settings.
All of my morning customers are men. We have a local restaurant that has mostly male clientele, too. I have no menu. Here you get what I what to cook. Then again, it's a coffee shop that offers doughnuts.