I’m that student who whispers the notes into your ear while the professor thinks we’re just playing scales. My body is like a musical instrument: flexible, rhythmic, and in need of sensitive hands. I love surprises. Especially the ones that take your breath away. Like your hand on my waist on a crowded bus. Or the suggestion: “Why don’t we skip sleep tonight and explore the acoustics of your bedroom?” I’m looking for someone who’ll read this and not just blurt out “hey, how’s it going.” Play a dangerous game with me. Your move. I promise: for dessert, there’ll be something hotter than my evergreen tea

I love it when someone takes the initiative—both literally and figuratively. I get a thrill from sudden changes in pace: one minute we’re sipping tea, and the next we’re exploring the acoustics of the bedroom. I love dangerous games of eye contact, accidental touches in a crowd, and men who read between the lines. I’m thrilled by improvisation, hot ears, and those who aren’t afraid to be the first to invade personal space—just enough to make my heart skip a beat

I hate boring, clichéd phrases like “Hi, how’s it going?”—boring. I get frustrated by predictability and scripts planned down to the minute: if everything goes strictly according to plan, I just want to jump out the window. Blandness, lack of imagination, and timidity aren’t my thing. Are you ready to show me just how hot you can be?