The One Who Got A Way

Dating Profile

My self-summary

Bad Good Girl, Good Bad Girl

Dangerously Curved, Exceptionally Straight

Emotionally Guarded

Eternal Optimist

Heartless Romantic

Logophile

Major Planner

OCD-esque

Procrastinating Workaholic

Struggling Perfectionist

Technology Bimbo

Textual Teaser

Treasurer of Useless Information

Witty Wordsmith

Writer Wannabe

 

What I’m doing with my life

Eat. Prey. Love. Rinse & Repeat.

Making thousands revolve their lives around my plan and getting paid for it. Suck it up, Buttercup!

I am no Gym Rat, but working on being a Cardio Bunny.

Binge-watching TV Series.

I have recently started to dabble on some writing projects, so if you share the same aspiration and interest, hit me. You could be the muse I am seeking!

 

I’m really good at

Apodyopsis.

Coquetting.

Innuendos.

 

The first things people usually notice about me

Babyface Cougar? Ha. Ha.

Eternally grateful for the good genes although it does not always work to my advantage when I am trying to pull a cougar stunt.

 

Favorite books, movies, shows, music, and food

I tell you when (or if!) we meet.

 

The six things I could never do without

A Main Squeeze

Guilty Pleasures

Romantic Escapism

Spruceness

Time Alone

Wordplay

Something else close to “six” itself but that would make seven.

 

I spend a lot of time thinking about

Double Entendre.

Fogging.

Grammar.

My Life (sometimes in soundtracks).

Sapiosexualism.

The Ladder Theory.

Writing.

 

On a typical Friday night I am

A domestic goddess.

On a not-so-typical one, I switch to other goddesses’ modes as well.

 

The most private thing I’m willing to admit

I suffer from chronic pogonophilia. I know your eyes are up there, sorry but I’m not sorry for lowering my gaze.

 

I’m looking for

Guys who like girls

Ages 20–35

Located anywhere

Who are single

For new friends, long-term dating, short-term dating

 

You should message me if

You can tickle me like someecards and memes with your clever words. I appreciate cheeky banters and intended puns.

You want to be my virtual knight in shining armour. I excel at being a damsel in I.T. distress. Rescue me, please. I’m looking at you, Overly Suave I.T. Guy.

You want to talk nerdy to me. Any man who sways me to Google, the online dictionary, and Wikipedia intrigues me.

You are not looking for a one night stand. I already have one next to my bed holding my night lamp and scented candles.

You can take my breath away, make my heart race and leave me weak in the knees; better than long flights of stairs do.

You are a homebody who enjoys the warmth and simple pleasures within four walls to the point you can barely tell the ceiling from the floor.

Oh, if you are a chivalrous, crispy-scented, spiffy dapper of a younger gentleman with an ambition, brains, and class – I’m all yours, no, ears! I meant to say I’m all ears.

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For research purposes.

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That’s what she said.

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