I am a single black man, South African. I am not a tribalist . I am not a narcissist. I am very respectful. I do not judge, not at all. I am a good citizen. I don't steal. I don't don't rob. I am caring. I have empathy. I put myself in someone else's shoes. I am very understanding and a good listener.

I have a come to realize that a lot of married women are going through a lot in their marriages that is why, I cater to married women. I am intentional about catering to married women or women in relationships. I provide a safe and nonjudgmental space for married women to come to. I feel for them. I have empathy for them. I want to show them some love. Give them the attention, the love and the appreciation that they are not getting at home. I can imagine myself in their positions, to feel neglected, ignored, unseen, unappreciated, unheard, to be stuck in a sexless marriage. I can imagine to be turned down when you trying to initiate cause he is always tired and most of the time he is cheating. You cried to to sleep at night and you prayed that things would change.

It is difficult to tell someone about what you are going through, cause you don't want to seen that your marriage is failing that is where I come in. You can tell a stranger that is me, cause that is what I am here for to provide a listening ear, a shoulder to cry on, to be that someone to talk to. I am an escape route when you want to leave the house to be with someone who is going to pay attention to you "When you have that feeling I need a hug" I give warm and loving hugs. I will make you feel like a woman again. Feel wanted, feel sexy, feel desired, and definitely make you feel good.

I can definitely tell you that there is nothing wrong you, its him. You are beautiful. You are sexy. You are enough.

The marriage looks nice on the outside. You have all the material things you can think of. Big car, big house, beautiful kids, you have everything money can buy, but you lonely and unhappy. You have raised this but you are being called needy. You sit on the other side of the big house, locking yourself in the room. You bad more that on the phone watching tik tik.

No one talks about the ache of being married yet unseen and how easily the heart wanders when it’s starving for attention. There’s a kind of loneliness that hits differently.
Not the one that comes from being single or living alone but the one that creeps in when you’re lying next to someone you once called your world. It’s strange, isn’t it?
How two people can share a home, a routine, even the same bed yet feel miles apart inside. I have your back ladies, come and lets talk