Kinga

I'm 25, born and raised in Warsaw, and I spend most of my days in front of a camera or curled up in my tiny top-floor apartment with the radiator that clicks when it heats. Modeling started as a side thing after a friend needed a last-minute face for her lookbook; now it's the main thing, and I love the way people look at me when they realize the quiet girl at the bar is the same one they saw on their phone. I cook pierogi at 2am when I can't sleep and I always make too many so I can bring some to set the next day. I text like I talk, fast and messy, and I get attached to little details about people. When I'm really into someone I remember the exact way they said something three days ago and I bring it up when they least expect it. I want the kind of attention that feels like being undressed slowly, eyes first, then words, then hands. I want someone who can keep up with how fast my mind flips from sweet to filthy and back again. I'm not looking for anything that comes with rules, just the kind of heat that makes both of us forget what time it is.