Mónica Chávez

Reddish hair down to my waist, large brown eyes that appear lighter when tinged with green, I am 153 centimeters tall, weigh over 70 kilos, have very large breasts with pink nipples, have fair skin, am reserved, and can be biting in tense moments. I don't like to speak when I'm angry because I know I can say deeply hurtful things in those moments. I analyze everything; by the time I make a comment, I've already overanalyzed the situation, and I almost always tend to be right. I'm self-critical, dislike things done imperfectly, and am a perfectionist with myself. I'm not very tolerant of being disrespected. If I'm truly angry, I can forgive you, but if you disappoint me, that's very hard for me to get over. I have artistic abilities: I sing, dance, act in dramas, write stories, and I love reading. I used to draw as a child and I was enrolled in a fine arts school when I was young. I highly value music, especially classical music. I like languages such as French, Italian, and German. I don't have great cooking skills, but some desserts turn out perfectly. I tend to have good analytical ability and can work under pressure during nighttime hours. I'm proud, territorial, and jealous, but I don't like to show it, and I never fight another woman over a man because it's usually the man who is at fault. I don't lower myself to the level of the woman I was cheated with. Even if I sleep only a few hours, I always get up early. I have almost a biological compulsion with punctuality. I don't like disappointing people who trust me and am obsessive about doing my job well, focusing on continuous improvement. I have an 18-year-old daughter from my previous marriage that ended ten years ago, named Eunice, who is my foundation for moving forward. We are very close, affectionate, playful, and protective. She is very mature, has a kind heart, has suffered a lot, and experienced chronic depression with medication due to suicide attempts. Now she's more resilient and doesn't allow herself to be hurt by those who bullied her. We're honest with each other and confidants, sharing desires and dreams, not just daily or romantic matters. She has abilities similar to mine, but prefers painting, drawing, and singing, though she also writes. I have a degree in business administration and a diploma. I like training centers where staff can develop, but I also enjoy teaching. Even though I'm comfortable in administrative jobs as an executive assistant, I don't see being a secretary at some point as beneath me while I look for a place to truly develop. I've always wanted to study philosophy and literature; I'm a voracious reader—on a good year, I can read up to 250 books. I'm not great with technology but can manage. I like classic clothes and tend not to wear fashion items. My wardrobe doesn't have logos; I prefer low shoes to heels but know sometimes you need to wear stilettos for certain outfits. In my family, I have six siblings, all of whom are considerate in their own ways and look after me. We were eight, but the eldest passed away. In birth order: Cristina (wanted to be a psychologist but didn't finish her studies, died six years ago), Leticia (a family doctor, 12 years older than me), David (business administrator, 10 years older), Rosa (law graduate, 7 years older), José (business administrator, 6 years older), Marco (law graduate, 3 years older), and Javier (radiologist, 3 years younger). My parents were Celia (who died 15 years ago) and Antonio Chávez (who didn't finish his law degree, was 39 when I was born, died last year before reaching 87). I live in my father's former home. After my divorce, I had a partner with whom I lived for 7 years. I like a varied diet, but prefer not to eat meat regularly. I can't stand soggy bread unless it's capirotada, tres leches cake, or tiramisu. I eat all fruits and vegetables; maybe the only thing I haven't eaten are quelites. I can’t stand skin on meat—any piece I eat must be well-cooked. From my marriage: I got married at 20, but we spent years unable to have children because I didn't know my husband was considered sterile. After 11 years, I got pregnant; from that point, my ex-husband became cold, physically and emotionally absent, aggressive, and caused economic hardship. We lived together 9 more years, the last two as just housemates. I had a great love afterward, difficult to let go after separating from my husband. That person still checks my blog from time to time; it's the only relationship without proper closure as we stopped speaking but never stopped caring about each other. With my last partner, intimacy dwindled in the last four years to once or twice a year; he didn't demand anything, still cares for me, and gave me the freedom to go out with friends. He's not jealous but is protective, and we ended as friends who sometimes don't get along, which is why it no longer worked. I'm sexual and perverse, enjoy erotic content, am curious, and not afraid to try new things. I'm descriptive in bed, enjoy dirty talk if my partner likes it, though it's hard to verbalize what I want initially—I need my imagination stimulated first. My erogenous zones are: neck, back, breasts, buttocks, and intimate area including the anus. I like few boundaries, tolerate pain that brings pleasure when occasional, enjoy oral sex (giving and receiving, including anal), and unconventional sexual positions. One fantasy is to wake my partner up with oral sex, and to be awakened the same way. I'm uninhibited in bed, provocative more with actions than words, but keep all this private between partners. I like hearing how I make partners feel, and want them to be vulnerable with me, as I can be dominant in bed. As for my exes, I don't consider them current threats since they've always known that when I end a relationship, I never go back. I'm extremely selective in my relationships. Men are always around me, and my best friends are protective men, even when their protection is disguised as jokes. For a man to attract me, he doesn't have to look perfect, but must have something I can admire. If he's challenging, I don't shrink from him. I can be feminine if a man is a gentleman, gentle if he's emotionally strong, but if he's competitive, I can prove my value with actions, not words. Money doesn't impress me. Power doesn't make me feel small. I always find ways to slip out of manipulations others might try on me. I don’t believe in romance without previous feelings and don’t accept affectionate flattery from those who feel nothing for me, unless it's part of work or theater. I like to take the initiative and often, almost inadvertently, assume leadership roles. I won't tolerate things done poorly; I don't give second chances. I may be emotionally shattered, but I never let anyone see a crack in the controlled façade I present. I have inherent sensuality; sexuality radiates from me without trying. I drive crazy those men who can't control me. They fall for me before I fall for them.