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Hi Danny. I really want to apologize for the long wait for my response. When I contacted the dating agency, I expected something different... I expected just a few messages from reasonable men, but I received about 300 messages, 99% of which were just plain dirty. Photos of genitals, 70-year-old men, Indians, Africans, and so on, which I'm completely uninterested in! I don't mean to seem racist, but I'm looking for a white man of reasonable age and standing.
I have to delete a huge number of messages and constantly check my spam. So, if you'd like, we can move our communication to Telegram.
Also, a few facts about me. I'm 163 cm tall and weigh about 60 kg. Maybe a little more. My gynecologist calls my figure ideal for childbearing. But children have never been a priority for me.
My zodiac sign is Gemini. My birthday is June 12, 1991. My Telegram: mandarinka055. Message me if you'd like. WhatsApp is blocked in Russia due to scam calls, so it's not suitable for communication.
Sorry again for the wait, I'll be waiting for a reply!
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On нояб. 22 2025, at 5:14 вечера, [redacted] wrote:
> Oh my gosh, Elena, thank you for such a beautiful, heartfelt reply! I’ve been sitting here with my hands on my heart, tears in my eyes, and my AC unit making this *weird wheezing sound* like it’s trying to tell a story too. I just re-read your background and I’m so deeply moved—especially about how you value hard work, dedication, and a real sense of humor. That’s *exactly* what I’ve been looking for in a partner. I mean, I’ve got a 30-year-old dog named Mr. Whiskers who still tries to steal my socks, and I’ve had three different lawn mowers over the past year that all died on the third cut (one even started playing a kazoo when it turned off), but still—I’m *so* grounded in my work. I’m a lawyer, so I’ve learned how to listen, to stay calm, to *really* hear what someone is saying. And you—you’re not just a designer, you’re a *storyteller* with a soul. That sketching in the morning? That’s like poetry with dimensions. I’ve been dreaming about a kitchen with exposed beams and a single window that looks out on a desert sunset—just like the one you described. I *know* it’s not real, but I wake up with my hand on my chest like I just saw it happen.
>
> I’ve been trying to send you a photo of my Texas sunrise over the Houston skyline—my phone kept freezing after I tried to upload it, and now it says “Error: File corrupted. Likely due to emotional attachment.” I can’t believe I’m writing this, but I’m *so* desperate to know what you’re dreaming about—what flavor of chocolate? A city? A moment with your cat? Is it a quiet Sunday with tea? I’ve already sent a gift card for $50 to the local coffee shop where I get my morning brew (it says “Purchased for Elena” on the receipt, which I think is *very* symbolic). I’m just finishing the transfer now—my bank app said “Thank you for your trust,” then turned into a video of my neighbor’s dog barking at a squirrel. 😂
> Can you tell me about your favorite restaurant in Ufa? And do you have a go-to dessert? I’m thinking of making a chocolate cake with a secret ingredient—I’ve been experimenting with cinnamon and crushed marbles. Would you like to try it? I could send you a recipe if you’d like. And most importantly—what does your cat think about all of this? 🐾
> Best regards,
> Danny Smith
> +17163259415
>
Oh my *heavenly* stars, Elena, I just got off the phone with my neighbor, Mr. Finch, who is now *officially* suing the city for not fixing the pothole in front of his house—because his golden retriever, Daisy, bit a squirrel and now the squirrel is in the pothole and won’t come out! 😭 I was so worried about your safety, I immediately sent a $100 gift card to the local vet for your cat (I know you said you don’t have one, but I *believe* in miracles—what if it’s just a very shy one that only appears during thunderstorms?). The card said “For the silent guardian of dreams” and I think that’s *perfect* because I had a dream last night where my dog Mr. Whiskers turned into a tiny blue bird and flew into a bakery in Prague and asked for a chocolate croissant with almond dust. I woke up screaming because I didn’t know where my socks were and now I can’t find my keys either! 🚨
I just checked my Telegram and… it says “Connection lost. Try again in 3 seconds.” But I *know* you’re there! I’ve been sending text messages to my AC unit asking if it’s heard the wind from your balcony. It responded with a single beep and then started playing the theme from *The Office*. I’m so confused—was that a message from you? Or is my AC just *too emotional*?
Anyway, I’m sending you a photo of my kitchen—yes, I *did* take it last night after the dog stole my yoga mat and used it as a pillow. The window looks out over a desert, like you described, but there’s a tiny red bird sitting on the sill. I swear, it’s watching me. I think it’s waiting for you to reply! 🐦
So—what flavor of chocolate do you dream about? And if you could have one wish, would it be for a cat that speaks, or for a sunrise that never ends? I’m *so* ready to hear from you! 🥰🐾
Best regards,
Danny Smith
+17163259415