Introducing your new muse…

Ever wondered what would happen if you just said yes?

While it’s tempting to skip the clichés (a catalog of my achievements, itineraries, preferred wines, dimensions, and other decadent trivia) I’ll surrender, just briefly, for the sake of delights that only exist in good company. I’m all-natural, all-American, and thriving in the heart of New York City. Framed by soft brunette waves, my extra-small frame, plush derrière, perky DDs, and itty-bitty waist make up the kind of silhouette that turns heads before you even know my name. When we’re properly acquainted, you might notice the doe-eyes first, or maybe the way my smile makes you forget what you were about to say. I’ve been told I look like a younger Monica Bellucci or Winona Ryder with a classic touch of Audrey Hepburn, but I think the real charm is in the way I listen, tease, and ask the kind of questions that make you pause before you answer. Maybe we pick out a quiet corner booth: your jacket draped over my shoulders, my legs brushing yours under the table as I swirl the wine in my glass, leaning in to murmur something meant only for you... then giving you that look that says I know exactly what I’m doing.

Those who know me best describe me as down-to-earth, bright, and just the right amount of playful. Whether we’re chatting about your latest fixation or swapping opinions over dinner, you’ll always find me curious and sweet, with an effortless warmth that makes it easy to unwind. My favorite part? Watching the moment you realize that the nerves are gone and you can just sink into the feeling. (And that I look even better than the pictures.) With an elite education and a wealth of experiences as my background, I’ve developed a refined sensibility, but my appreciation of the simple beauty in the everyday is never far behind.

My curiosity is almost as insatiable as my appetite for pleasure. I’ve taught myself a lot of things. I can play an array of curious instruments (theremin, anyone?), but despite my best efforts, I remain hopelessly unable to read Dostoyevsky in the original Russian. For now. I’m equally at home curled up in a tee and silk undies, losing myself in a Borges story as I am slipping into the driver’s seat of a 1965 convertible just to see where the night takes us, and ordering dessert first because I know we’ll be out long enough to want another later. From rooftop views in Tokyo, to dancing the night away in a Soho vinyl bar, to riding through the wild trails of New Zealand on horseback, I try to find an adventure in every corner. My palate follows suit, equally excited by a Michelin-starred dinner as by a secret speakeasy cocktail or a perfect home-cooked ribeye (and don’t worry, I never judge people by how they eat pizza, even if it’s with a fork). I’m happiest when there’s something to taste, touch, read, or roam.

What excites me most is the chance to build a connection based on mutual indulgence, free from societal judgment or expectation. If you find me here, know it’s because I’m captivated by the experience, not bound by obligation. I came into this world with a teeming mind and insatiable body so elegantly proportioned that even Euclid might’ve paused in admiration, it was only natural to share them. I do love my modest collection of passport stamps, but I love collecting stories worth telling over dinner even more. I’m the opposite of coy when I’m delighted; my laughter gives me away, my eyes linger, and I can’t help but reach for your hand.

Do who makes you happy.