What I hate the most is being yelled at. Whenever someone, especially when it's a lad, yells or screams at me, I instantly go spare. I get really mad and the only thing that can calm me down is a pint of dark chocolate ice cream.

Just last night, I dreamt about having my body covered with a lot of hickeys. I had a hickey on my face, on my neck, and even down to my legs. I guess what I dreamt about was a sign that I need to have rough and hardcore sex as soon as possible.

A lad who wants to be should know that the only way to my heart is through my stomach. If you want to have a connection with me, make sure that you’re good at either baking or cooking. But you should be the best under the sheets.

A sex ride only becomes extremely interesting with the presence of three special things: sex toys, blinds, and handcuffs. Without these essentials, it's difficult to have a great time and worse I won't have an orgasm.

I am the exact opposite of smart-ass, inconsiderate and miss know-it-all bitch who is only useful for flaunting her thighs and leaving disturbing impressions the crowd with her big yet artificial boobies.

I would characterise myself as free-spirited, somewhat of a risk-taker who’s not frightened to take uncertainties and attempt new things. You can easily refer to me as a passionate adventurer dowager.