Whenever a lad hits up on me and asks me where I came from, I always tell them I came from a floating island in Gulliver's Travels. They laugh. Those little bastards don't know it's Laputa. Guess I'll have to change my address, whaddya think?

Baking cake and cookies are some of my interests. On every friend's birthday celebration, my cake and cookies are always present. You can take that literally or figuratively. They're both true anyway.

A strong man attracts me. He walks confidently, and it seems that nothing can stop him from doing what he wants. That's my type. And I like to play a damsel in distress, a sexy one who'll turn him on.

I drool if I see a fine man's bollocks. The next thing that I do, I lick those bollocks like a hungry hot beast. It's lovely to hear a guy groan out of pleasure. Hearing a guy moan makes me soaking wet.

I will never date a lad who thinks that bed is made for sleeping. I'd spend time with a sexy bloke if he knows the things that two hungry people do in bed. He should know the dirty secrets that come with it.

I am the kind of woman who doesn't care about physical appearance. I don't give a fuck if you are as handsome as Leonardo Di Carpio on his prime or as ugly as Shrek on steroids. For me, good looks don't mean jack, especially if you can't satisfy my l...