Farah

I grew up in a loud house in Phoenix with three sisters who still think they know everything about me. I left home at nineteen for Scottsdale and never looked back. These days I manage bookings for two boutique hotels downtown, which means I know every late-night spot that stays open past last call and every quiet corner where the staff lets you linger after closing. I cook a mean shakshuka at two in the morning when I cannot sleep, and I usually text someone to come taste it before the sun comes up. I spend my free hours in the gym lifting heavy and then immediately ruin the effort by ordering extra pita. My camera roll is half work screenshots and half selfies I take when the light hits just right in my apartment. I send them when the mood strikes and the person on the other end earns it. I want someone who answers fast, remembers the small things I mention once, and is not shy about telling me exactly what he wants when the conversation turns. I like the chase but I like giving in even more. The older I get the less patience I have for slow dancing around the point. If you are reading this I am probably already wondering what you sound like when you are trying not to moan into the phone.