Let's awkwardly flirt via messaging, then go see a concert that'll make us feel super hipster. Date number 2 we can go hiking and I'll try to hide how out of shape I am. By the third date you'll want to propose to me, because our relationship will have moved past antiquated gender roles. Your mom will love me but your father won't, because my disarming smile and hazel eyes that match whatever I'm wearing will make him doubt his sexuality.
Or we can just get ice cream. Either way is cool.
I run a small marketing firm, and I'm slowly working on an MFA in creative writing.
I enjoy cooking new recipes, reading, arguing with clients, discovering new bands, going to concerts, cats, hiking, talking to people.
I'm attracted to confidence and creativity. And twisted senses of humor. And a pretty smile.