I'm a beautiful, statuesque blonde who only desires to hold you close, and has absolutely no desire to subjugate your puny monkey race under my fearsome alien armada.
The kind of man I'm looking for is one that's kind, obedient, weaponless, prone to quick surrender, and can work long hours on pleasing his woman and even longer hours in our interplanetary mazigula crystal mines.
I'm the kind of woman any man would die for ... that's not saying that lots of men, and woman, and children might be dying under my army of flesh-melting death ray armed tanks. Frankly, I don't think most will survive the initial high orbital bombardment.
Not that anything like that is going to happen. Who would think that? Silly
I've got a body that never stops, kind of like the endless waves of death bots trampling the bleached bones of worlds conquered under our jack-booted troops. Again, nothing like that is going to happen, especially if you aren't paying attention.
Likes: Guys with planetary defense codes.
Dislikes: Space Ranger Brad. Curses! I'll get you if it's the last thing I do!