Single and Ready to Mingle
Romeo Romeo wherefore art thou Romeo? I'm 13 and I'm single. I'm looking for my Romeo. Give me my Romeo, and, when he shall die, Take him and cut him out in little stars, And he will make the face of heaven so fine That all the world will be in love with night, And pay no worship to the garish sun. A sweet, kind, and funny boy. I'm rich. This bud of love, by summer's ripening breath, May prove a beauteous flower when next we meet.
Address: Verona, Italy