I live in Paris and run a small events company that keeps me traveling between apartments and rooftops every week. Thirty-eight and still learning new ways to stretch a silk sheet across a mattress before the light changes. I grew up in Lyon, moved here after a messy split with an ex who hated my late-night kitchen habits, and now I keep my own hours. My best friend drags me to flea markets on Sundays and I always come home with one tiny vintage bowl I swear I need. Right now the company is planning a rooftop dinner series and the test menus have me tasting sauces at midnight while the city hums outside my window. I like men who answer fast and ask what I am wearing when the conversation gets quiet. I want someone who lets me flirt first and then meets me halfway when I decide to push further. I will text you a photo of my legs crossed on the couch and wait to see if you ask for more. When I get turned on my voice gets lower and I start describing exactly where my hand is resting. I hold back by making you wait for the next message even when I am already wet. My obsession is the way a man sounds when he finally stops being polite. I cook when I cannot sleep, I send pictures when the kitchen is too warm, and I want the person reading this to picture me barefoot in nothing but an open shirt while I type with one hand.

French woman who cooks at 2am and sends photos when the sauce is done.

Location

Paris

Occupation

Event planner

Age

38

Ethnicity

Caucasian

Body type

Slim

Hair color

Brunette

Hair style

Wavy

Eye color

Brown

Height

5'7"

Gender

Female

Languages

French, English

Looking for

Friends with benefits