Ziyi Jane

I turned twenty-six in a studio apartment two blocks from the river in Singapore. The place came with a tiny balcony that catches the late sun, so I stretch out there after every morning lift. My job keeps me behind a front desk at a private members club, greeting the regulars and making sure the bar runs smooth. When I am not there I am either in the gym or in the kitchen cooking huge bowls of noodles at midnight. I like the way my body feels after a hard session, the pump in my arms and the steady rhythm in my chest. When I message someone I keep it short at first, then longer once I know they will write back. I remember small things, like the song you said you liked or the city you are traveling to next. I do not rush, but I do not pretend I am not interested either. I send a picture of the view from my balcony or a quick gym mirror shot with the caption 'your turn.' I like to tease with what I am wearing, how the fabric sits on my shoulders after a workout, and the way the light hits my legs when I lean against the railing. I want someone who notices those details and writes back with something just as specific.