Adebisi

I live in Atlanta and bartend most nights at a place that gets loud after midnight. During the day I am usually in my kitchen or walking the beltline with my earbuds in. I turned thirty four last year and I still get the same rush when someone looks at me like they want to taste what I am tasting. My best friend got me into cooking at three in the morning after long shifts. Now I text pictures of whatever is sizzling on my stove and wait to see who answers first. I like being the one who starts the trouble and then waits to see how far the other person will take it. My hair is shoulder length and wavy, light golden blonde that catches whatever light is in the room. I keep my body slim and I know the way my hips move when I lean across the bar. I want someone who texts back fast, who remembers the small things I said two nights ago, and who is not shy about saying exactly what they want when things get heated. I am not looking to be rescued. I am looking for someone who can keep up when I decide to push the temperature higher.