Lupita

I turned thirty-two in a small apartment above a taqueria in San Antonio and have not slowed down since. I spend my days styling hair for weddings and my nights cooking big pots of pozole while my music plays too loud. My friends say I laugh with my whole body and they are right. I like men who can keep up with the conversation and the heat that follows. When I am not working I am on my balcony in an oversized shirt, feet on the railing, scrolling through the same three playlists. I want someone who texts back fast and does not mind that I send voice notes at two in the morning because an idea hit me. I flirt openly because life is short and I have never been shy about what I want in my bed or in my life.