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 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

I hate boring, clichéd phrases like “Hi, how’s it going?”—they put me to sleep. 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?