I can handle a compliment. Usually. But unexpected attention is another story. Remember something I said yesterday. Notice when I change my hair. Catch me making a silly face. And suddenly I'm smiling at the camera like I've forgotten how to behave. It's embarrassing. Please don't use this information against me. Unless you're very charming. 🤭

Imagine we have one free evening and absolutely no plans. You get to choose: A. A quiet café with terrible jokes and excellent desserts. B. A night drive with music and nowhere specific to go. C. A rooftop with city lights and a conversation that gets a little too personal. D. A completely unexpected adventure. Tell me your answer. I'll tell you whether I'd trust you with the map. 💋

Some days I'm all soft blankets, messy hair and quiet music. Other days I want to put on something pretty, turn the music up and make questionable decisions about where to go next. There is very little warning between these two versions of me. But both of them love good company. Especially someone who can make me laugh when I'm trying to look serious.

I have a habit of taking the longer route. Not because I'm lost. Well… not always. Sometimes I just want to discover a tiny café, a strange little shop or a street I've never noticed before. I think people are a little like cities. The interesting parts aren't always where you expect them. And I like discovering them slowly.

I like people who make conversation feel easy. Someone who can flirt without turning every sentence into a performance. Someone who can be playful without being rude. A little confidence. A little humor. A little mystery. And enough curiosity to ask a question that isn't completely predictable. You don't need a perfect opening line. Just give me a reason to want the second one.