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32 F Paris, France

My Details

Last Online
Jun 20
Orientation
Bisexual
Ethnicity
Asian, White
Height
5′ 5″ (1.65m)
Body Type
Curvy
Diet
Strictly anything
Smokes
No
Drinks
Socially
Drugs
Religion
Atheism, and very serious about it
Sign
Education
Graduated from university
Job
Other
Income
Less than $20,000
Relationship Status
Married
Relationship Type
Offspring
Doesn’t have kids, but wants them
Pets
Likes dogs and likes cats
Speaks
English (Fluently), Japanese (Poorly), French (Okay), Danish (Poorly)

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My self-summary
I'm half japanese, hoppy-jump-kicky, and carbon based.

I am blithe, flippant, irreverent—and these three tag-words still apply, seven years later. Though, if I had my druthers, I would add three more to balance them. I am also chronically disorganised, self-punishing, and melodramatic. There. Druthers! I has thems!

OH HEY ALSO: I discovered at the doctor's office I'm 1.68m! I thought my whole adult life that I was 1.64!

I should mention here that I'm not looking for anything but friendship. Please do write me if you're awesome. Especially if you like fibre and yarn! Or printmaking!

I met (and married!) this guy ----> Dazibao !!! And it is pretty great.
What I’m doing with my life
Rubbing it gently between thumb and index, testing its thread count and quality of weave. Sometimes I find it locked outside, cheeks pinked from the cold, looking kind of hungry and accusatory. I'm full of WTF and I knit an awful lot. I used to look forward to functioning well on a daily basis but then I actually started to do so and let me tell you, it is so much better than I ever imagined.

Also, honestly? Thinking about jams and nut butters all the time. I am really, really, boring. I probably should consider moonlighting as a squirrel.

Around about five years ago I figured out how to start using my middle gears, and that was sort of magical. Maybe when I'm in my fifties I'll discover I'm rubbish at driving stick and I dropped my transmission back somewhere in my thirties and never realised it, but at the moment I'm surprisingly balanced.
I’m really good at
bindery, intaglio, illumination, general draftsmanship, prose writing, the future conditional (both real and unreal) and the pluperfect, hopping, and knitting. I am exceptional at snacks, and flopping. Oh, and plathin' it up. I can also cook, so that's all right then.

I make a lot of stupid faces. I don't mean to, but I do it when I'm talking. I make them, my face is exaggeratedly animated, and so I guess that is also something else I am good at.

I used to be pretty great at naps but I lost that talent, I think when I started exercising more. I am super great at mashing together all the languages I know and sort-of know. I really love the dutch diminutives -tje and -ke. I blame living in Belgium for years and years.

ARE YOU LISTENING, BELGIUM?! I BLAME YOU!
The first things people usually notice about me
That I seem to function by accident.

Other than that, I don't know anymore.
Favorite books, movies, shows, music, and food
I rarely discuss books or music with people, I don't know why. It is strangely personal. Not first date discussion material! So now you know!
The six things I could never do without
Never? Never is a pretty big abstract. I could do without it.

I suppose julipitydoodah would be a good start.
I spend a lot of time thinking about
Robots. Books. Cookies. Robot cookie books. Cookie book robots. Magic and Science. Concatenation. Yarn

I wrote the above seven years ago and it still applies. As time has progressed however, I've added a few things to the list. I would really like, honestly, to spend less time thinking. But that will never happen.

I spend a lot of time talking to other people in my head. Mostly, we quote passages from books at each other. It makes me very tired.
On a typical Friday night I am
Hopping. Possibly reading with a high chance of goofing off. Knitting. A colourful range of precision crafted actions? Running thin sheets of metal through presses applying thousands of pounds of pressure? I don't know- penguins. (Certainly, I'm haunted by penguins.)
The most private thing I’m willing to admit
I am emetophobic. I go catatonic at the sight and/or sound of someone else vomiting. This is what kept me from going to medschool!

I'm crooked-faced, heavy-hipped, prone to melancholy and full of dark humour. What else?

I'm bewilderingly boring!

I am an ompy stompy tiny grammar-nazi robot, and you can find me on Ravelry!

And I just realised a whole bunch of my friends that I met through OKc have me in their profile photos with them, which is delightful and also slightly appalling.

(Tu ne dois pas l'oublier. Tu deviens responsable pour toujours de ce que tu as apprivoisé.)
I’m looking for
  • Everybody
  • Ages 20–40
  • Located anywhere
  • For new friends
You should message me if
If you think Bamse sounds and acts like a creepy drunk uncle.

-You'd like to talk to me


-can teach me how to take my head out of the oven


-want to exchange information about printmaking


-you love me with mouth


-really want to hang out with me


-want to push me to see if I'll really block you


-want to discuss snacks


-are a penguin cilantro-apocalypse violin


-can fly


-etc.


-if you fall gently as a tree falls, not even making a sound, because of the sand.