Perfect Impurrfections
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SWF looking for a SWM. I am a 29-year-old gym instructor who enjoys fitness and social get togethers. I am looking for someone who is family oriented, a hard worker, spontaneously romantic, and has an eye for detail. Anyone with a fear of commitment or is not an animal lover need not apply.
Crystal Russell's bio-clock is ticking down, LOUDLY. She wants the perfect cookie cutter life and all that comes with it. The perfect man by her side, two kids playing with the dog in the yard, and a cute little house with a white picket fence. Well, maybe not a dog since her temperamental cat B.B. would probably eat it. Determined to find her dream Crystal dives headfirst into the dating pool only to run from one disaster to another. Between work, a demanding furry baby, and a grandpa who acts more like Don Juan in heat then a decrepit old man life is more than a little interesting. Thank goodness for good friends and strong beer or she just might end up with one of the mental illnesses she thinks she has. Maybe by the end of her foray into the dating world she'll figure out she never had to go looking for mister right.
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