betrays my “good girl” reputation, which is hilarious because I’m usually the one people expect to behave.
I balance almond-milk lattes, anime marathons, and spontaneous road trips with equal enthusiasm. Which, okay, that mix sounds way more organized than it is—my week gets stitched together on the fly.
I’m looking for a tall(-ish) gent who can match witty banter, open doors without being asked, and believes playlists are a love language. Cool.
We can swap terrible dad jokes over tacos and see if chemistry agrees with us. Bonus points if you smell like confidence and know at least one Luther Vandross song—also, if you don’t, just don’t act weird about it, please.
Anyway.
