Dear Ramu,
I am an older-young uncle living only with myself in Bangalore.
Having seen your advertisement for marriage purposes, I decided to press
myself on you and hope you will take me nicely.
I am a soiled son from inside Karnataka. I am nice, big, six foot
tall and six inches long. My body is filled with hardness, as because I
am working hardly. I am playing hardly also. Especially I like cricket
and I am a good batter and I am fast baller. Whenever I come running in
for balling, other batters start running. Everybody is scared of my rapid
balls that bounce a lot.
I am very nice man. I am always laughing loudly at everyone. I am
jolly. I am gay.
My friends say I am nice and soft. I am always giving respect to all. For example, when at the bus stop, I am always allowing other men to get on top first. That is how nice I am.
I am not having any bad habits. I am not drinking and I am not
sucking tobacco or anything else. Every morning I am going to the gym
and I am pumping like anything. Daily I am pumping and pumping. If you want
you can come and see how much I am pumping the dumb belles in the gym.
I am having a lot of money in my pants and my pants is always open for
you. I am such a nice man, but still I am living with myself only. What
to do?
So I am taking things into my own hands. That is why I am
pressing myself on you, so that you will come in my house and take my
things into your hand.
If you are marrying me, I am telling you, I will be loving you
very hard every day. In fact, I will stop pumping dumb belles in the
gym.
If you are not marrying me and not coming to me, I will press
you and press you until you come. So I am placing my head between your
nicely smelling feet and looking up with lots of hope. I am waiting very
badly for your reply and I am stiff with anticipation.
