My Battle Hymn
I'm terrible at seducing courtship.
I wished I were genetically gifted at the baiting game (like most girls), but no I had to be the crazy contrarian. The nut who lays all her cards on the table within two sips of Prosecco with a prospect.
"It's exhausting to repeat my 101s. I should come with a prospectus" I mulled aloud as my index finger traced the flute's rim. I read somewhere this is a sexy move.
"Yup. You should" suggested Oyster Boy. I believe those were the last words I heard from him.
Ever.
I'd like to think it was because of my experimental social seduction gone wrong, but who am I kidding. He probably bolted after I went batshit honest about myself.
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I don't like flashy, shiny lifestyles. I can't tolerate hard fancy cars. Porsches, Ferraris, Lamborghinis - even the somewhat cute Audi TTS - they all make ill, literally, because I have severe motion sickness. I suppose that pretty much throws yachts under 60 feet out of the window as well.
That said, I am pernickety about living environments. A calm sanctuary is pivotal to my well-being. I like tidy double-ceiling homes and fine traditional hotels. I'm not at all fussy about food (guilty pleasure: yung chow fried rice and wanton mee) but fluffy white towels, thoughtfully placed dimmers, a good sized tub and spectacular linens are non-negotiables. I enjoy lavender Diptyque candles, Santa Maria Novella bath oils and really good shampoo - like Dove.
I've been living alone since I was 22. If I can pack my entire life into 9 boxes, so can you.
I don't particularly enjoy mwah-mwah high society events. When I do attend, it's for work (or for you darling VV). I never know how many air kisses to give but always err on the side of generosity (one time I gave five).
I sleep with damp hair, prefer filtered tap water to Perrier to Pellegrino and can't be arsed about jewellery. While I'm practically teetotal, I do have a soft spot for wicked Bloody Mary(s). Especially if they arrive with free-flow of celery sticks. Celery and dark chocolate Tim Tams, yup. Definitely my weakest links.
I read a lot of autobiographies, pop psychology and fluffy socioeconomics and I relish in trading book reviews - especially while soaking in a blistering bath of epsom salt. I find avid readers extremely sexy. Avid readers who can stomach boiling water temperatures really turn me on.
I'm naturally a very affectionate person. I adore touching, holding hands, cuddling, stealing kisses - the whole works. I think and converse best in the shower. The hotter the water, the brainer I get.
I thrive on learning, exercising and experiencing new things. In the past six years I have improved on/ picked up scuba, golf, horse riding, latin ballroom, tennis, rock climbing, solo travelling, ukulele, juggling, rollerblading, hiking, cooking, coherent writing, pistol shooting, painting, lazing etc etc.
I'm a quintessential Taurean. I charge at projects. Most times with great stupidity. You can tell that from my employment history.
According to Matsu, my lover of many many years, I have no "crazy", am "highly predictable" and am a "good person".
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Alright, I jest about Oyster Boy.
We're currently "hanging out".
He flew to Bangkok to "see me" while I was shooting, so that was pretty nice.
I wished I were genetically gifted at the baiting game (like most girls), but no I had to be the crazy contrarian. The nut who lays all her cards on the table within two sips of Prosecco with a prospect.
"It's exhausting to repeat my 101s. I should come with a prospectus" I mulled aloud as my index finger traced the flute's rim. I read somewhere this is a sexy move.
"Yup. You should" suggested Oyster Boy. I believe those were the last words I heard from him.
Ever.
I'd like to think it was because of my experimental social seduction gone wrong, but who am I kidding. He probably bolted after I went batshit honest about myself.
::
::
I don't like flashy, shiny lifestyles. I can't tolerate hard fancy cars. Porsches, Ferraris, Lamborghinis - even the somewhat cute Audi TTS - they all make ill, literally, because I have severe motion sickness. I suppose that pretty much throws yachts under 60 feet out of the window as well.
That said, I am pernickety about living environments. A calm sanctuary is pivotal to my well-being. I like tidy double-ceiling homes and fine traditional hotels. I'm not at all fussy about food (guilty pleasure: yung chow fried rice and wanton mee) but fluffy white towels, thoughtfully placed dimmers, a good sized tub and spectacular linens are non-negotiables. I enjoy lavender Diptyque candles, Santa Maria Novella bath oils and really good shampoo - like Dove.
I've been living alone since I was 22. If I can pack my entire life into 9 boxes, so can you.
I don't particularly enjoy mwah-mwah high society events. When I do attend, it's for work (or for you darling VV). I never know how many air kisses to give but always err on the side of generosity (one time I gave five).
I sleep with damp hair, prefer filtered tap water to Perrier to Pellegrino and can't be arsed about jewellery. While I'm practically teetotal, I do have a soft spot for wicked Bloody Mary(s). Especially if they arrive with free-flow of celery sticks. Celery and dark chocolate Tim Tams, yup. Definitely my weakest links.
I read a lot of autobiographies, pop psychology and fluffy socioeconomics and I relish in trading book reviews - especially while soaking in a blistering bath of epsom salt. I find avid readers extremely sexy. Avid readers who can stomach boiling water temperatures really turn me on.
I'm naturally a very affectionate person. I adore touching, holding hands, cuddling, stealing kisses - the whole works. I think and converse best in the shower. The hotter the water, the brainer I get.
I thrive on learning, exercising and experiencing new things. In the past six years I have improved on/ picked up scuba, golf, horse riding, latin ballroom, tennis, rock climbing, solo travelling, ukulele, juggling, rollerblading, hiking, cooking, coherent writing, pistol shooting, painting, lazing etc etc.
I'm a quintessential Taurean. I charge at projects. Most times with great stupidity. You can tell that from my employment history.
According to Matsu, my lover of many many years, I have no "crazy", am "highly predictable" and am a "good person".
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::
Alright, I jest about Oyster Boy.
We're currently "hanging out".
He flew to Bangkok to "see me" while I was shooting, so that was pretty nice.