I consider myself a relatively good girl. My grades are perfect. I've never gotten a write-up. I work at a movie theater three days a week. I've only been to one party before. Most people don't know about my six tattoos because my cardigans keep them covered. My greatest crimes are an impulsive (but adorable!) nose ring and an excessive amount of eye liner at work to make dads a little nicer when I tell them they can't bring a toddler into slasher films.

You probably wouldn't guess that the girl who takes the best notes in class can churn out six thousand words of smut in two days. My Baptist high school certainly didn't. My coworkers know I'm an artist, but they haven't questioned why I exit out of my drawing program on my iPad when they enter the break room. I sneak an e-reader when the evenings are slow, but it's comprised of a library that's filled with stories of shadow daddies and magic and sex. Sometimes pressing my thighs together behind the counter while I get to the juicy parts of a romance really makes my shift fly by.

I don't want to have to choose between those two sides of me. I want someone to learn with, to learn from, but I want that spark that makes me want to jump them when they make a funny joke or an insightful observation about the movie we just watched. They guy I can have an intelligent exchange of ideas with that can makes me stupid from his touch . . . that's my guy, my sexy and smart muse that makes me want to fill my sketchbook with drawings that could make Satan blush.

So, my muse, if you're out there, I ask that you definitely be unattached--no marriages, girlfriends, ethical non-monogamy. Please be below fifty. Please be childfree. While not a requirement, I'd like my muse to be in the U.S. or Canada. I also prefer Discord for longterm communication.