I’ve never been great at talking about myself. Not because I lack the words but because putting myself into neat little sentences feels like trying to explain the best night of your life to someone who wasn’t there. The details don’t hit the same. You really just had to be there. That said, I get it. You're here, reading this, trying to decide if I'm someone worth getting to know. So here’s my best attempt:

In my own time, I keep things pretty chill. I bake when I need to slow down, I read things about bleak futures with sharp writing, and oscillate between trash TV and this semester's workload. I’m a proud cinephile with no genre snobbery—Y tu mamá también and Twilight both hold permanent real estate in my mind. 

I’ve been told I bring a certain ease to the people I meet. Equal parts warmth and edge, charm and irreverence. There’s an undercurrent of sensuality that’s more intriguing than overt, and I’ve learned that the most magnetic connections are the ones that feel as comfortable as they do electric. What I want for us is something real: conversation that doesn’t require a performance, intimacy that unfolds naturally, and a sense of being seen without having to explain yourself. There’s an art to that, and I take pride in it.

Maybe you’re looking for a quick jaunt. Maybe you’re just tired of shallow interactions and want something with more substance. Maybe you’ve built a life most people only fantasize about but haven’t had the time (or interest) to navigate the chaos of modern dating. Either way, you’re in the right place.

Connection, when it’s real, doesn’t need to announce itself. I like to bring curiosity, honesty, and a sense of play to the table, and I create space for you to do the same. I’m not here to judge, impress, or pretend. I want to know what really moves you, what you can’t say out loud anywhere else. If you can show up as your full self, I’ll meet you there.

Looking forward to it,