God, how I hate plentyoffish. I never found one single guy there remotely attractive. They all have weird names, and pose with their motorcycles, and want either completely casual sex, or a "Little Woman" housewife type, seems to me.
I was glad when their site was hacked and they wanted me to reset my password. I never did.
Love withers under constraint; its very essence is liberty. It is compatible neither with envy, jealousy or fear. It is there most pure, perfect and unlimited when its votaries live in confidence, equality and unreserve. -- Shelley
me: Mags, 59, living with:
miss pixi, 37