13 October 1995. Twenty-eight.

Demiromantic, Homoual.

Florist / Masked camboy (DL).

Not a fairy tale romance but perhaps something that will feel long lasting at least.

Someone that resembles me (personality wise). I’m too much as it is, don’t think we both could be a handful at once.

Physical touch, kisses, late night talks, cats (though I’m allergic), flowers, slow dancing, people with pretty smiles — massages tbh, especially after a long day.

I take things as a joke more often than not, and if I don’t I tend to self sabotage.