More Than Meets the Eye
People often call me old-fashioned, and I take that as a compliment.
I like paper menus and real candles and places where you don't have to shout over the music. I like cashmere that remembers my shape and jewelry that remembers my name. I like watches with complications because they admit that time is not simple. I like coins that have been passed down through history, to hold them in my hand and imagine all the people who held them before me. I like this city because it can be rude and generous in the same hour. I like honesty that does not need to be announced.
If you are wondering what actually excites me, it is simple and not simple. Allow me to share some context, and you’ll understand what I mean.
Manhattan is not where I was born, but it is where I became myself.
This city taught me how to order the perfect coffee (light, sweet), martini (gin, dirty), and how to turn a sleepless night into an exceptional story.
In the meantime, I received an elite education— my silent afternoons in the library a perfect foil to my breathtaking nights as a companion. I pursued my Master's degree because I loved to learn, but soon realized that no amount of academic enthusiasm for my field of choice was worth its professional realities. It’s best if I tell you more about it in person.
Next, I somehow stumbled into good old corporate finance as an assistant to a powerful man. While I did well for myself (I’m sure my penchant for stilettos didn’t hurt my cause), I found the whole charade mind-numbing. How many dull conversations can a girl like me really have about the weather, the weekend, or the speed of the elevator!?
In case you’re wondering: yes. My experiences in this world have led me to draw my own conclusions about those mysterious reservations for two that my boss used to ask me to make for him at Le Bernardin.
These days, I spend my mornings in my painting atelier, studying the way color and light fall across a canvas. I chase the work that makes my chest feel complicated and true, which is another way of saying I prefer art that acts as a mirror instead of a trophy.
Art is the ultimate romance. The more you look, the more you see.
So, why do I do this? My simple answer: I truly enjoy it.
For the complicated answer: Keep reading.
I genuinely love the rituals of high courtesanship. The intentionality of a full lingerie set, the sound of a champagne cork popping. Our signal that we no longer have to hurry.
But, besides all of that. And, perhaps, most of all: I love the slow build of tension over an evening, my hand in yours as together we build the kind of satisfaction you'd always assumed other people lied about having. The alchemy of intimacy fascinates me. It always has. I find myself chasing that rare moment when two people create something greater than the sum of its parts.
You'll soon find that the pursuit of satisfaction is a core part of my personality.
It's why I travel constantly. I don't feel satisfied until I've fully experienced something for myself, whether that's a place, a moment, or a connection. Maybe this insatiability is why people often tell me that there's more to me than meets the eye.
When we first meet, you will see that I am elegance and restraint. I have blonde hair that behaves, and blue eyes that do not. My figure is shaped by runs in Central Park and a stubborn affection for very high heels.
In privacy, I step out of that restraint and into freedom. As a writer, I've edited many papers, but I never edit desire once the door closes.
If you're looking for a quick fix that you'll eventually forget, I encourage you to look elsewhere. But if you're looking for something warm, something authentic, memorable— well, then I'd love to meet you. If you’ve made it this far, that’s already a great sign.
You already have everything else.
What you don't have is a muse.
Life is long. But somehow we have such limited time.
Don't you deserve to explore what you desire?
I'm taking my time to write all of this out to you because compatibility is my priority. I crave exceptional conversations and lasting connections. The only thing better than our first date will be our fiftieth, when we have our own unique chemistry and history.
So, if you’re wondering what I am looking for, here it is. I like competence and warmth living in the same person. I like a man who opens the door for a woman, both literally and figuratively. I like a man who does not confuse loudness with confidence or cruelty with wit. I'd like to hear about the incredible thing you built that everyone said would not work, or about the failure that made you kinder.
And I will tell you a stories in return, good ones. The kind you’d never expect from a girl you found in this corner of the internet.
I am highly selective. But it's not because I need you to prove yourself to me with anything ostentatious. I merely need you to show up with attention and curiosity, two qualities that are much rarer and much more attractive.
So, tell me. What haven't you done yet?
What's been sitting at the edge of your imagination, waiting for the right spark, the right co-conspirator, the right excuse to finally happen?
Maybe it's the table at a restaurant you've always wanted to book, a city you've flown through a hundred times but never actually seen, a bottle of wine you've always wanted to open but never with the right company.
All that's left is for you to decide: what do you want to remember us by?