~Tiffany~

I'd like to meet:

I would like to meet people who will have a good conversation with and who will talk to me like a normal person and not try to be someone who is trying to be someone else just to get me to like them and i want to meet people who like to do the same things i do and like to have a good time!!
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What Makes You.. by SheBangs12
Your name?
Your gender?
What makes you sexy? Your legs
What makes you pretty? Your smile
What makes you loveable? How fun you are
What makes you fun? Your adventurous nature
What makes you irresistable? Your sweetness
What makes you cute? Cute? You? Hahaha.

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Music:

I listen to mostly country and R&B.. My fav songs are Save A Horse, Ride A Cowboy, Baby Girl, Heaven. I like Shania Twain, Toby Keith, Rascal Flatts.
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Movies:

As you can tell I love all sorts of movies..One of my favorite movies is the Notebook(which I am sure u can tell), I also like Armageddon, I, Robot, 50 first dates, Hitch, and lots of others.

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Television:

You Are a Soft Kisser
Your kissing style is understated, but effective

You give soft, sweet, and soulful kisses to your special guy

And that's the key: he's got to be special to get your kiss

Because you don't just go around kissing anyone What's Your Kissing Style?

Books:

I read all kinds of books, Horrors, Romantic, Adventure, all kinds. My fav books are The Child Called It series, Unafortunate Event Series. I love to read.

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Heroes:

My heroes are the people that leave their homes to help protect their home. Just like my two brothers and my two cousins. Here is a poem that I love. This is for them. it is a christmas poem.Twas the night before Christmas, he lived all alone, in a one bedroom house made of plaster and stone. I had come down the chimney with presents to give, and to see just who in this house did live. I looked all about, a strange sight I did see, no tinsel, no presents, not even a tree. No stocking by mantle, just boots filled with sand, on the wall hung pictures of far distant lands. With medals and badges, awards of all kinds, a sober thought came through my mind. For this house was different, it was dark and dreary, I found the home of a soldier, once I could see clearly. The soldier lasy sleeping, silent, alone, curled up on the floor in this one bedroom home. The face was so gentle, the room in such disorder, not how I pictured a United States soldier. Was this the hero of whom I'd just read? Curled up on a poncho, the floor for a bed? I realized the families that I saw this night, owed their lives to these soldiers who were willing to fight. Soon round the world, the children would play, and grownups would celebrate a bright Christmas day. They all enjoyed freedom each month of the year, because of the soldiers, like the one lying here. I couldn't help wonder how many lay alone, on a cold Christmas Eve in a land far from home. The very thought brought a tear to my eye, I dropped to my knees and started to cry. The soldier awakened and I heard a rough voice, "Santa don't cry, this life is my choice; I fight for freedom, I dont ask for more, my life is my God, my Country, my Corps." The soldier rolled over and drifted to sleep, I couldn't control it, I continued to weep. I kept watch for hours, so silent and still and we both shivered from the cold night's chill. I didnt want to leave on that cold, dark, night, this guardian of honor so willing to fight. Then the soldier rolled over, with a voice soft and pure, whispered, "Carry on Santa, it's Christmas day, all is secure." One look at my watch, and I knew he was right. "Merry Christmas my friend, and to all a good night. - Anonymous