Rolling through life with wheels, Brains, Curves, and a big dog

If you’re looking for a young girl, keep scrolling. I’ve been around long enough to know exactly what I want. I’m 58, 220 pounds, and proud of every inch. I’m not perfect looking, but I’m good looking in my opinion and my mom thinks I am angel , and as the saying goes, القرد في عين أمه غزال I’m a widow. I had the kind of love people make movies about, minus the Hollywood budget and happy ending. Losing him taught me what matters, and spoiler alert, it’s not six packs or pickup lines. Life rolls on and so do I, in a wheelchair with more style and attitude than most people can walk with. I have three cats who think they own the house and one very large dog who thinks he’s a cat. If you’re scared of dogs, like many Arab guys are, swipe left and save us both the drama. I don’t need rescuing or pity. I can open my own jars eventually, and I laugh at just about everything, including myself. I don’t believe in love at first sight. I believe in showing up, laughing often, and knowing what you want. If you can keep up with my sarcasm, enjoy good conversation, and don’t mind a bit of fur on your clothes, we’ll get along fine. Bring your humour and honesty and leave your ego at the door. My dog already growled at it.