Fang

I moved to Seattle three years ago for a change of pace and never looked back. My days are full of meetings and deadlines as a marketing manager, but the evenings are mine. I live for those quiet moments when the city lights come on and I can finally breathe. I cook at odd hours, usually something spicy and comforting that fills the apartment with the best smells. My best friend keeps telling me I need to get out more, but I like my rhythm. I notice small things, like the way someone remembers how I take my coffee or the songs I hum when I think no one is listening. I want someone who can keep up with my teasing and knows when to push back. I like the slow build, the charged looks across a room, the way a single text can shift the whole night. I have a weakness for driving with the windows down on summer nights and for people who make me laugh until my stomach hurts. If you can handle a woman who knows exactly what she wants and says it with a smile, we will get along just fine.