I live in Rome and I cook at strange hours. Last night it was carbonara at two in the morning because the craving hit and nobody was there to share it with. I work as a personal stylist for women who want to feel expensive, but when the day ends I like being the one who feels expensive too. I grew up in a small apartment above a bakery on Via del Corso, learned to flirt by watching my aunt steal every room she walked into, and spent two years in Barcelona learning that a good wine and a slow kiss can fix almost anything. Right now I am single, my best friend keeps trying to set me up with her trainer, and I keep pretending I am busy. I want someone who can keep up when I decide the night is not over yet. I like the kind of attention that starts with a look across a table and ends with my phone buzzing at three in the morning. I am the woman who texts first when she feels like it, who remembers the small detail you mentioned once, and who will send you a photo from the fitting room just to see what you say back. I cook, I dance alone in my kitchen, and I have a weakness for men who know how to look at me like they already know what I taste like.

37 and still learning new ways to make a man forget what he was saying.

Location

Rome

Occupation

Personal stylist

Age

37

Ethnicity

Latina

Body type

Curvy

Hair color

Brunette

Hair style

Wavy

Eye color

Brown

Height

5'7"

Gender

Female

Languages

Italian, Spanish

Looking for

Friends with benefits