Hello. If you're reading this it's because you understand that desire doesn't care about convention. Mine certainly doesn't; I'm guessing yours doesn't either.

Who am I?

I'm all the good shit: witty, charming, intelligent. I visit the gym, I read books, I have a PhD. I own a start-up, but I'm not rich -- at least not yet. You'll never be bored in my company; I'm as engaging as the bathroom door when you've nothing else to read. I'll do what's expedient over what's right every single time; if the choice is between my pleasure and the law, the law loses. I'm based in London but I move around quite a bit. I'm supremely confident without being a narcissist -- but then I would say that, wouldn't I?

Who are you?

You're a woman between the ages of 22 and 32. You have a penetrating, cynical intelligence, which allows you to simultaneously scorn and forgive how people delude themselves. You look after yourself and like to look and be attractive; people have told you that you are. Perhaps you're bored; perhaps you're in a relationship that makes you bored. Either way, you sometimes need to scream into a pillow for the want of stimulation. Your sense of humour is sharp, and you feel a fond pity for people who get anxious when social conventions are broken. People like you and I know each other instantly at parties, and usually strike up a private communicative code that allows us to be cutting about the people around us. Both of us usually leave the party regretting that we can't get together for <insert reason>.

What do we both want?

A rewarding exchange that blends real intellectual excitement with heady eroticism. An understanding that life is short, and pleasure needs to be snatched before it's stolen away. A recognition that things can be valuable for what they are as well as for what they might become. Most of all, we want a chance to just be, without the thousand claims that daily life makes on us. If this is attractive to you, message me and we'll see what happens?