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22 Amherst, MA Woman


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  • Ages 21–29
  • Near me
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Yesterday – 8:36pm
5′ 2″ (1.57m)
Body Type
Used up
Dropped out of space camp
Rather not say
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English (Poorly)

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My self-summary
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I'm not checking messages right now; if you're super compelled to say hi, plz await a response in 2015. (How sci-fi does that sound?)

I like large dogs, ambitious tattoos, trees, and the sky.
What I’m doing with my life
Don’t overthink this one; tell us what you’re doing day-to-day.
In 1869 the Brussels authorities thought they had found the famous gold of the International, about which the capitalists had been losing so much sleep. They seized a huge strongbox hidden in some dark corner. When they opened it, however, they found only coal. Little did they know that the pure gold of the International would always turn into coal if touched by enemy hands.
I’m really good at
Go on, brag a little (or a lot). We won’t judge.
Henry James once hid behind a tree to avoid having to spend time with Ford Madox Ford.

Plutarch says that to force himself to study oratory, Demosthenes once shaved half his head so that he would be too embarrassed to leave his house.
The first things people usually notice about me
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Malingering; vagrancy; moral turpitude; seditious acts.
Favorite books, movies, shows, music, and food
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Moby Dick, Eraserhead, Mama Mia, Death Grips, onions.

"If something is boring after two minutes, try it for four." - John Cage
The six things I could never do without
Think outside the box. Sometimes the little things can say a lot.
Hands, yachting, Joan of Arc, balconies, bears, sweet kicks.
I spend a lot of time thinking about
Global warming, lunch, or your next vacation… it’s all fair game.
Generations of schoolchildren have learned mnemonics that colour-code light, which have as much to do with physical reality as the signs of the zodiac.
On a typical Friday night I am
Netflix and takeout, or getting your party on — how do you let loose?
Taking the police out for a nice spaghetti dinner and wooing them with wine and song. Later I gently kiss the police in the grass beneath the countless glittering stars. As the days turn into weeks and my answering machine fills up with their unreturned calls, the police grow increasingly confused and despondent, finally spiraling into an unplumbable well of self-doubt from which they never fully recover.
The most private thing I’m willing to admit
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Isn't the style section of the New York Times amazing?

"Soon after moving into Liberace's gaudy Las Vegas mansion in 1977, Scott Thorson, then a teenage hunk in the foster care system, learned that the jewel-smitten showman could love just as extravagantly as he decorated."

I mean seriously. Lede for the ages, friends.
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