Louise Loving

I'm lifelong pleasure seeker who’s always chasing the warmth of physical touch and the expressions of passion that make life truly extraordinary.

I'm a goofy homegrown lass who loves a good laugh as much as a fine whiskey and a rare ribeye steak. I'm most likely found outdoors examining flowers or talking to spiders, and my adventure clothes always clog up a dryer's lint catcher with pine needles and twigs. Good writing gets me hot and bothered, so Saturday mornings in bed with that week's New Yorker can get quite raunchy. I speak three languages, can crack a coconut with a machete, and have embarrassed myself in ten different states and several countries across three continents. I'm almost always up to no good, even though nobody ever suspects it.

I've heard I have an exotic look, a "face from another time." Comparisons include the singer Sara Barielles and the actress Caitríona Balfe. I'm an au natural woman who is just now learning to play with eye liner and lipstick, and is trying really hard to shave her legs without destroying them. Be forewarned: I do not defuzz around my holy grail; expect a vintage-style Black Forest of eye-catching, bushy contrast.

Slim, fit, with unassumingly strong arms, I'm happiest pushing a wheelbarrow or wielding a bow saw. I can run a skid steer and milk goats; wearing high heels is a little harder, but not impossible. I know how to clean up nice to visit the symphony, but I warn you, I will bring binoculars and drool over the musicians handling their instruments. I own a nice dress, somewhere, but usually my style is a cross between preschool teacher, prairie princess, and hobo...if I'm wearing any clothes at all.

A romantic to my core, I’ve got a lot of love to spare, and I’m never happier than when I’m with a gentleman I get to spoil and please.

With Anticipation,
Louise Loving