My hips are almost scandalous in this dress, so I won’t fault you for being shy. But as we sit together, getting closer with every breath, you’ll realize I’m really a sweetheart, a lovebug, disarmingly genuine. I’m a little nervous, too. I want to make you laugh, to hear your stories, to forget everything but the little world we’re creating together. Whether we’re tucked away in the corner of a dimly lit speakeasy, or musing over the future of AI while strolling through the latest contemporary exhibit, I’m inspired by the warmth of our incandescent attraction. I’m hopelessly affectionate; I can’t help holding your hand, or sliding my leg along yours. I love the music of your laughter. Adoration is my love language.
Underneath my sweetness, I have a secret rebel heart–maybe it calls to yours, too. I’ve always been drawn to daring thinkers, visionaries, those who have forged their own paths in life. Men with strong convictions who have persevered and succeeded in the face of adversity. I hate ego but I can’t help but love a little bit of earned arrogance ;) I’m a sucker for self-deprecating humor–it takes a level of self-awareness and wit that makes me weak in the knees. I deeply respect men who have the courage to remain kind when faced with a thankless world. Men who, like me, refuse to let go of their innocent hope for a future filled with connection and light.
