Delicious grandmother wants young men

Curvy, that's how I'd describe myself. My husband calls me plump, but isn't that so bad? The romance has been gone from our marriage for a long time. And I miss it terribly. A walk hand in hand on the beach or in a park. Or a candlelit dinner. All a thing of the past. Are we going to rekindle that together?

Yes, my hair still needs to grow, but otherwise I'm completely done with cancer.

A buddy, someone you can tell everything to, someone you can trust—that's what I hope to find. Divorced and alone.

I hope there's still a man out there who wants to be my other half, my sweetheart, my partner, my everything. I've been single for five years now and I'm eagerly awaiting the man who likes me.