I visit the pictures you posted when we matched. December 15th on a Happy Sunday. I glance and peek at that **** like I won that lottery. You're a hottie, a baddy, my Ms Beauty. Howdy ma how you deeerrrrrring? You've got my dreams swerving, hair twirling, and world spinning. When you message me I feel like I'm winning. You should see my happy dance when you compliment me. Let's bake some cookies, watch TV and go for a drive. You may wear my hoodie, sorry for the cigarette smell I've some spray. I just want to hold you all day.