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23 Claremont, NH Woman


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I’m looking for

  • Men
  • Ages 18–26
  • Near me
  • For new friends, short-term dating

My details

Last online
Yesterday – 4:22pm
4′ 11″ (1.50m)
Body Type
Aries, and it’s fun to think about
Working on university
Art / Music / Writing
Has dogs and likes cats
English, Italian
My self-summary
Write a little about yourself. Just a paragraph will do.
I'm probably just like every other girl you've dated or cyber stalked. Your parents might not like me but god dammit, your dog will.
What I’m doing with my life
Don’t overthink this one; tell us what you’re doing day-to-day.
I work as an Autism Inclusion Specialist in a small town middle school; my favorite student tells me that my face scares him and I buy him pizza.

I also bartend. My experiences in the food service industry have shaped how I interact with others, and I feel very strongly that my humility is a direct result of this. I love it.
I’m really good at
Go on, brag a little (or a lot). We won’t judge.
Sleeping, pirating movies, drinking tea with my pinkie out. Pissing my grandmother off but remaining confident she hasn't written me out of her will, yet.
The first things people usually notice about me
I’m an empty essay… fill me out!
I'm short. I'm on a longboard eating a burrito. I don't have shoes on. I'll probably make you feel emasculated.
Favorite books, movies, shows, music, and food
Help your potential matches find common interests.
Let's all of us be honest for a minute and agree that loving Carly Rae Jepson is acceptable. I like food, especially the kind that goes in my mouth. I read a lot, I write a lot and if you wanna make out with me, I'll probably use your name in my book.
The six things I could never do without
Think outside the box. Sometimes the little things can say a lot.
Chapstick. Who really finishes a tube, though?
Some variation of ginger. I'm addicted.
Bobby pins. So many bobby pins.
Weekend getaways to Acadia National Park.
I guess my cats. I'm a cat lady. I'm only slightly ashamed to put this here.
I spend a lot of time thinking about
Global warming, lunch, or your next vacation… it’s all fair game.
If you’re a “nice guy” to a girl up until you realize she doesn't want to date you, then go on about how she’s a cold shrew that friend-zoned you and how no girls date nice guys, like, nah mate, girls do date nice guys. You just aren't a nice guy. You’re a passive aggressive beta with internalized misogyny and a serious victim complex.
On a typical Friday night I am
Netflix and takeout, or getting your party on — how do you let loose?
Flirting with married men to get a bigger tip, or checking my email in the bathroom at work.
The most private thing I’m willing to admit
I’m an empty essay… fill me out!
I'm on my porch typing this; all three of my cats got out and I can't find them. Help.
You should message me if
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Throw away your jean shorts. No one likes jorts, not even your mom. Done? Cool. Now go find me the title of the last book you read. Woo me with your literary experience. Dazzle me with the similarities we'll find when we switch iPods. Please for the love of all things holy (including but not limited to Tom Cruise) don't live with your mom.

I want someone who wears flannel; who I can take home to mom.

If you want to sit at my bar on Friday nights and creepily watch me attempt to get Grey Goose off the top shelf. Twenty percent tippers only, please.