Frankie

Twenty-four, live in Moscow, work the front desk at a big logistics firm where the men treat me like the coffee machine. I wear the pencil skirts because the job pays well and because I like the way the fabric hugs when I walk. After hours I cook late-night vareniki for myself and whatever friend happens to be around. I follow Russian Premier League religiously, yell at the screen like the ref can hear me. I want someone who can keep up with the chatter and with the quiet parts too. I send voice notes when I am bored in traffic. I like being looked at. I like when the look turns into something hotter, something that makes me bite my lip and answer right back. Come talk. I will remember what you said yesterday.