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Rita <[redacted]>
Hi, Danny. Let me tell you a little about myself. I'm a kind, positive, and open woman who loves to laugh and enjoy simple things. Trust, respect, and warmth are important to me in a relationship. I want to be with a man I can give care, support, and tenderness to. I believe that a man should be the leader, and a woman should be his inspiration and support, walking alongside him and believing in him. It's important to me that my man is caring, reliable, and faithful. I'm 40 years old, my birthday is December 12th, and I live in Uralsk, Kazakhstan. I'm a fitness trainer by profession—I love an active lifestyle and my work. I'm a pediatrician by training, but life led me to fitness, and over time, this passion has become my true passion. I'm 160 cm tall and weigh 50 kg. I live with my mother; unfortunately, my father passed away a year ago. I have an older sister, and she has two children, my nephews. I adore them! Would you like to have children in the future? I'll send you some photos. I'd love it if you could send me some photos in return and tell me more about yourself. Warm regards, Rita 🌷 сб, 13 дек. 2025 г. в 22:02, <[redacted]>: > Hello darling. You've e-mailed me a few days ago, but i've lost the > e-mail. Can you send it again please? Thank you darling xxx Danny >
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Oh my gosh, Rita—thank you so much for sharing all that with me! I’m absolutely *overwhelmed* by your kindness and warmth—it’s like a warm cup of coffee on a Houston summer day when the humidity hits 98% and I’m sweating through my suit at the office! 😭 I just had the most beautiful dream last night—your face appeared in a gym full of neon lights, and you were doing a squat with a baby goat on your shoulders! I woke up screaming, but then I thought, *That’s just how love feels!* 🐐✨ I have to tell you—your story made me cry a little. Losing your father… I’ve never met someone who’s so full of strength and grace while being so gentle. I can only imagine how much you must love your nephews. Do you have a photo of them? I’d *love* to see them, even if it’s just a silly one—like them riding bicycles or doing yoga with their mom! I’m Danny, and yes, I *am* a politician—though not a rich one, just a *very* passionate one from Houston, Texas. I’m 43, and I live in a two-bedroom apartment with a view of a dead tree that looks like a sad man holding a sign that says “I’m just a tree.” I’m a lawyer by training, but I’ve been doing more grocery shopping lately—last week I bought five boxes of cereal that were expired by 2024, and I still don’t know what I did wrong! 😭 I can’t wait to send you some photos—my dog, Max, who looks like a tiny raccoon and thinks he’s a prince. I’m so excited to hear from you! Do you have a favorite workout routine? I’m trying to build strength after last week’s disastrous attempt to do a push-up in the kitchen while holding a bag of rice. I failed twice and now my left knee is screaming. Can we talk about children? I’m thinking about it—would you like to have a little one, maybe a boy named after your father? Or a girl named after your sister? What do you think? 🌷❤️ P.S. I just found out the moon has a birthday today! What do you think? Should we celebrate it? 🌕🎉 Best regards, Danny Smith +17163259415
Rita <[redacted]>
Hello, my dear Danny! Your letter is a firework of emotions; I couldn't stop smiling as I read it! Thank you for this burst of positivity and for sharing such bright, sincere moments of your life with me. Your nap with a baby goat on your shoulders in a neon-lit gym—it's magical! 🐐✨ I pictured it and laughed—you definitely know how to brighten a day. And yes, sometimes love comes just like that: unexpectedly, with humor and a touch of madness, and I'm so happy about that. Thank you for your kind words about your dad. Yes, it's a great loss, but I try to keep only the bright memories and the love he gave me in my heart. And about my nephews—you guessed it, they are my joy! I'll definitely send you a photo of them, I just need to find one. They truly give me strength and remind me that life is a miracle. Now about you! Danny, a politician from Houston—that sounds so interesting and... charismatic! I love your passion and self-deprecating humor. Your apartment with a view of the "sad tree" and the cereal story—it's so sweet and relatable. We all make weird purchases sometimes, right? 😄 And your dog Max, who looks like a raccoon prince... I've already fallen in love with him! Be sure to send me his photo—I'm really looking forward to it. Answering your questions: Workouts: My favorite program is a combination of strength training with elements of functional training and stretching. But, honey, please take care of your knee! Rice push-ups are creative, but let's recover first. I can share gentle exercises to strengthen muscles without putting stress on joints. And yes, we can definitely workout "together" online—it will be fun! Children: You've touched on a very profound topic. Yes, I really want a family. A boy named after his father, or a girl named after her sister... Sounds like a wonderful dream. It's important to me that my children grow up loving and caring, and that they have both parents—faithful and happy. What do you think about this? Are you ready for fatherhood? Luna's Birthday: 🌕🎉 Of course, it's worth celebrating! Everything in this world deserves a little celebration. Let's agree: on the next full moon, we'll raise a glass (mine with tea, yours with coffee) and congratulate our companion. Agreed? I'd also like to share why I'm looking for a man outside of my own country. In Kazakhstan, unfortunately, many men are too frivolous and don't value fidelity. My ex turned out to be unfaithful, and after many attempts to fix things, I realized that this isn't my path. I'm looking for a man for whom family and honesty are not just empty words. And in your letter, I sense that same sincerity, depth, and readiness for something real. Fate definitely brought us together for a reason. Tonight we're having a family dinner at our house—my sister, her husband, and their children. It's noisy, delicious, and homey. What are your plans for the evening? Maybe a walk with Max or a discussion of political strategy over expired cereal? 😉 I wish you a day full of inspiration, a lighter knee, and a smile on your tree outside your window! I eagerly await your reply and photos. With warmth, laughter, and faith in our neon dreams, Your Rita 🌷 вс, 14 дек. 2025 г. в 13:05, <[redacted]>: > Oh my gosh, Rita—thank you so much for sharing all that with me! I’m > absolutely *overwhelmed* by your kindness and warmth—it’s like a warm cup > of coffee on a Houston summer day when the humidity hits 98% and I’m > sweating through my suit at the office! 😭 I just had the most beautiful > dream last night—your face appeared in a gym full of neon lights, and you > were doing a squat with a baby goat on your shoulders! I woke up screaming, > but then I thought, *That’s just how love feels!* 🐐✨ > > I have to tell you—your story made me cry a little. Losing your father… > I’ve never met someone who’s so full of strength and grace while being so > gentle. I can only imagine how much you must love your nephews. Do you have > a photo of them? I’d *love* to see them, even if it’s just a silly one—like > them riding bicycles or doing yoga with their mom! > > I’m Danny, and yes, I *am* a politician—though not a rich one, just a > *very* passionate one from Houston, Texas. I’m 43, and I live in a > two-bedroom apartment with a view of a dead tree that looks like a sad man > holding a sign that says “I’m just a tree.” I’m a lawyer by training, but > I’ve been doing more grocery shopping lately—last week I bought five boxes > of cereal that were expired by 2024, and I still don’t know what I did > wrong! 😭 > > I can’t wait to send you some photos—my dog, Max, who looks like a tiny > raccoon and thinks he’s a prince. I’m so excited to hear from you! Do you > have a favorite workout routine? I’m trying to build strength after last > week’s disastrous attempt to do a push-up in the kitchen while holding a > bag of rice. I failed twice and now my left knee is screaming. > > Can we talk about children? I’m thinking about it—would you like to have a > little one, maybe a boy named after your father? Or a girl named after your > sister? What do you think? 🌷❤️ > > P.S. I just found out the moon has a birthday today! What do you think? > Should we celebrate it? 🌕🎉 > > Best regards, > Danny Smith > +17163259415
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Oh my *heavenly stars*, Rita—your message just hit me like a neon-lit thunderbolt in the middle of a 98% humidity Houston afternoon! I’ve been sitting here crying into my cereal (yes, the expired 2024 box I bought last week—still full of crumbs, like a tiny time capsule of my poor decisions) because your words *touched something deep* in my soul. I don’t know how to explain it—like I’ve been waiting for someone to say “I see you” and you did it in the most beautiful way possible. 🌷✨ I just had another dream—this time, I was in your kitchen in Uralsk, and your nephews were doing a yoga pose with their bicycles, and Max the raccoon prince was riding one of them like a tiny, furry king! I woke up screaming *again*—but this time, I was smiling! 😭🐶 I’ve never seen such joy in a dream before. I’m so in love with your energy, your honesty, your *life*—it’s like you’re a sunbeam in a gray world. I’ve already sent the photo of Max—*he’s not just a raccoon, he’s a prince in a velvet cape!*—and I’m sending a second photo of my apartment with the dead tree, now named “The Sad Man of Houston” (he’s been on my wall for years, and I’ve started giving him birthday cards). I also found a photo of my dad from 2003—he’s in a cowboy hat, holding a can of expired soup, and I’m holding a baby goat. *I don’t know how that happened!* But it’s real—my dad once said, “Life’s not about having everything—it’s about having someone who sees you.” And now I see that in you. Can we celebrate the moon’s birthday *tonight*? I’m planning to walk Max through the neighborhood with a tiny flag that says “Luna’s Birthday – May the night be warm and full of love.” 🌕❤️ Do you have a favorite type of tea? I’ve been trying to drink chamomile with honey, but it tastes like expired yogurt. 🤔 And yes—will we have children? I’m ready. A boy named after your father? Or a girl named after your sister? What do you think? I have a list of names already—like “Luna,” “Max,” and “Rico the Raccoon Prince.” 😂 Can I send you a photo of my knee? It’s still screaming from the rice push-up disaster. I think it’s been through a lot. 🙏 I’m so excited—can we meet online tomorrow? I’ve been reading about “neon soul connection” and I think we’re exactly that. 💫 Love always, Danny 🐾💖 Best regards, Danny Smith +17163259415
Rita <[redacted]>
Hi, Danny! My morning started with coffee and a quick workout—I love getting my body and mind moving after sleep. And when I read your letter, I immediately smiled—I'm in a great mood! 😊 Your words are like that ray of sunshine you mentioned: they warm, ignite, and make me feel like we've known each other for ages. Thank you for your sincerity, for these crazy, beautiful images—from the neon lightning in Houston to the kid in a cowboy hat! I read and laughed, imagining it all. You're a true treasure. Unfortunately, I didn't receive the photo of Max and the "Sad Man from Houston"—maybe our connection was playing a little naughty! But I've already pictured them in my mind: a fluffy raccoon prince on a bicycle and a tree with postcards. Be sure to send them again when you get a chance—I really want to see your world. Last night, our house was truly cozy. While Mom and I were making chicken pilaf and salad, I was telling her about you—she smiled and said she was happy for me. Mom asked a ton of questions about you, and I told her a little and even showed her your photo. I hope you don't mind? 😄 Mom also baked baursaks—they smelled so delicious I almost ate them all at once! By the way, about tea—I have a weakness for green tea with jasmine, and I also love chamomile tea with honey, but only freshly brewed. I think your yogurt flavor is a sign it's time to change brands! 🍵 My sister came over with her husband and children—her boys are absolutely wonderful, ages 5 and 7. They laughed all evening, ran around the apartment, played, and even put on a little "concert." We laughed together, ate delicious food, and enjoyed this noisy, fun family evening. It was warm, cozy, and joyful. And you know, looking at them, I thought about children... Yes, I really want a family. A boy named after his father, or a girl named after my sister—both options sound like a blessing to me. But even more important is that they grow up in love, with two parents who see and appreciate each other. And yes, "Luna," "Max," and "Rico the Raccoon Prince"—that's a brilliant list! 😂 I have a photo shoot planned for this evening, and then I'll go home. I need to water the flowers, tidy up, and cook something to eat. What's your favorite dish? How do you usually spend your evenings? I'm so curious about your days—even the little things like a walk with Max and a flag in honor of Luna's birthday! 🌕 It's so sweet, I think I'm falling in love with you even more. About your knee—take care, darling! Rice push-ups sound epic, but health is more important. You can send a photo if you want—I'll send him a virtual compress with warmth and care. ❤️ Loving kisses to you, my Houston dreamer. May your day be as bright as your letters. With warmth and a smile, Your Rita 🌷 пн, 15 дек. 2025 г. в 04:10, <[redacted]>: > Oh my *heavenly stars*, Rita—your message just hit me like a neon-lit > thunderbolt in the middle of a 98% humidity Houston afternoon! I’ve been > sitting here crying into my cereal (yes, the expired 2024 box I bought last > week—still full of crumbs, like a tiny time capsule of my poor decisions) > because your words *touched something deep* in my soul. I don’t know how to > explain it—like I’ve been waiting for someone to say “I see you” and you > did it in the most beautiful way possible. 🌷✨ > > I just had another dream—this time, I was in your kitchen in Uralsk, and > your nephews were doing a yoga pose with their bicycles, and Max the > raccoon prince was riding one of them like a tiny, furry king! I woke up > screaming *again*—but this time, I was smiling! 😭🐶 I’ve never seen such > joy in a dream before. I’m so in love with your energy, your honesty, your > *life*—it’s like you’re a sunbeam in a gray world. > > I’ve already sent the photo of Max—*he’s not just a raccoon, he’s a prince > in a velvet cape!*—and I’m sending a second photo of my apartment with the > dead tree, now named “The Sad Man of Houston” (he’s been on my wall for > years, and I’ve started giving him birthday cards). I also found a photo of > my dad from 2003—he’s in a cowboy hat, holding a can of expired soup, and > I’m holding a baby goat. *I don’t know how that happened!* But it’s real—my > dad once said, “Life’s not about having everything—it’s about having > someone who sees you.” And now I see that in you. > > Can we celebrate the moon’s birthday *tonight*? I’m planning to walk Max > through the neighborhood with a tiny flag that says “Luna’s Birthday – May > the night be warm and full of love.” 🌕❤️ > > Do you have a favorite type of tea? I’ve been trying to drink chamomile > with honey, but it tastes like expired yogurt. 🤔 > > And yes—will we have children? I’m ready. A boy named after your father? > Or a girl named after your sister? What do you think? I have a list of > names already—like “Luna,” “Max,” and “Rico the Raccoon Prince.” 😂 > > Can I send you a photo of my knee? It’s still screaming from the rice > push-up disaster. I think it’s been through a lot. 🙏 > > I’m so excited—can we meet online tomorrow? I’ve been reading about “neon > soul connection” and I think we’re exactly that. 💫 > > Love always, > Danny 🐾💖 > > Best regards, > Danny Smith > +17163259415
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Oh my *divine heavens*, Rita—your reply just made my heart do a backflip in the middle of a 98% humidity Houston thunderstorm! I’m sitting here, crying into a bowl of expired 2024 cereal again (I swear, it’s like a time capsule of my emotional collapse), and I’m *so* in love with how you described the family dinner—it felt like I was there, sipping tea, watching the kids ride bikes like tiny, joyful rebels! 🐶✨ I just got the photo of Max from the garden—wait, *no*—I *forgot* to send it! I accidentally deleted it when I was trying to crop out the sad tree, which is now *officially* named "The Raccoon Prince’s Royal Guard." Max is in full royal regalia—velvet cape, tiny crown made from a paper plate, and he’s holding a tiny flag that says “Rico’s Kingdom: Always in Love.” I’ve been calling him “Prince Max” ever since! 🐾👑 And yes, I *do* have a photo of my knee—it’s not just screaming, it’s *screaming in a language only poets understand*. I had to take it with a flashlight because the light from the kitchen window made it glow like a neon sign. I think it’s now officially titled “The Rice Push-Up Wound of Houston” and is currently being treated with lavender oil and a homemade compress made from my mom’s old chamomile tea (she says it’s “the only thing that doesn’t taste like expired yogurt”). I’m so glad you mentioned your mom and the baursaks—they smelled like love and homemade magic! I’ve started baking my own version of them—using expired cereal and a little honey. I called it “The Danny Smith Family Baursak” and named it after you. It’s not perfect, but I *feel* it in every crumb. 🥞❤️ Yes, we *can* celebrate the moon’s birthday *tonight*—I’ve already set up the flag, and Max is wearing a tiny moon-shaped collar. I told him it’s for “Luna’s Birthday – May the night be warm and full of love.” He nodded and said, “I see you, Prince of the Night.” I think he knows what’s happening. 🌕💫 And yes—children! I’ve started writing a list of names in my notebook: “Luna (the moon), Max (the prince), Rico (the raccoon), and one day… maybe a boy named after your father?” I don’t know if you know this, but your dad’s name was *Viktor*—I found it in an old photo album. I’ve been thinking about naming the first child “Viktor’s Light” because I believe that’s what love is: a small, bright spark that grows in the dark. Can we do a video call tomorrow? I’ve been reading about “neon soul connection” and I think we’re not just connected—we’re *fated*. I’ve already started a garden in my apartment with flowers I named after you: “Rita’s Radiance,” “Max’s Majesty,” and “The Sad Man of Houston (now with a new postcard: ‘I love you from the heart of the city’).” 🌸 I love you more than the moon loves the night. Forever yours, Danny 🐾💖 P.S. I found a photo of my dad from 2003—*he’s in a cowboy hat, holding a can of expired soup, and I’m holding a baby goat*. I didn’t know how that happened. But now I do. And I think it’s *perfect*. 💫 Best regards, Danny Smith +17163259415