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27 Richmond, CA Woman


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  • Ages 21–42
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5′ 6″ (1.68m)
Body type
Full figured
Mostly anything
Atheism, and laughing about it
Sagittarius, but it doesn’t matter
Rather not say
Mostly non-monogamous
Doesn’t have kids, and doesn’t want any
Likes dogs and likes cats
English (Fluently), French (Poorly), Sign Language (Poorly)

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My self-summary
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I tend to be blunt, and prone to existential examinations of stuffs and bits and things.

I almost always wear boots. The practical, tactical kind, though, not the fashionable kind. The fashion police have likely issued at least one warrant for my arrest due to egregious crimes of fashion, though I maintain my innocence, and my freedom.
What I’m doing with my life
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I once mock-kidnapped my friend with a scarf, jumper cables, and a racquetball. "Ride of the Valkyries" played as we crossed state lines.

All youthful flights of fancy and feelings of wonder and whimsy wandered away, though. I hate fun meow.

Wait, no. Scratch that. I still like fun.

I seem to have stumbled into the minefield that is the acquisition of culinary literacy. I've always been more of a baker, so I'm savoring my new skills in savory creations.
I’m really good at
Go on, brag a little (or a lot). We won’t judge.
- Not following the recipe when I make cupcakes, but having them turn out well anyway
- Staying awake for ridiculously long periods of time, and then probably taking a road trip and maybe crashing a house party or two when I arrive at my destination
- Wearing silly hats
- Knitting or crocheting absurdly long scarves
- Having the best of intentions, then falling asleep
The first things people usually notice about me
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My glasses falling off my face. My gigantic pupils. My unruly hair.
Favorite books, movies, shows, music, and food
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BOOKS: "American Gods" by Neil Gaiman, "Shades of Grey" by Jasper Fforde (please note that this book is NOT 50 Shades of Grey! Fforde's "Shades of Grey" is a wholly other work, in a very different genre, by an utterly brilliant author), "Jennifer Government" by Max Barry, "A Song of Ice and Fire" series by George R.R. Martin, "The Kingkiller Chronicle" series by Patrick Rothfuss.

Those are some of my favorites, but I'm a voracious reader. I enjoy contemporary fiction, feminist and gender theory, social commentary, political satire, philosophical literature, social movement theories, historical fiction and nonfiction, science-fiction, fantasy, and dystopian literature.

Graphic Novels: The Sandman, Transmetropolitan, The Boys, Fables, The Books of Magic.

Webcomics (new and old!): xkcd, Questionable Content, A Softer World, Oglaf, Queen of Wands, Venus Envy, Grayling, Perry Bible Fellowship, Dinosaur Comics, Sexy Losers.

Fierce Creatures, Hedwig and the Angry Inch, He Died with a Felafel in His Hand, Clerks, Blazing Saddles, Fargo, Clue.

Anything released after 2001 is apparently dead to me and does not fit my cinematic aesthetic.

TV: Parenthood, Archer, Modern Family, Breaking Bad, How I Met Your Mother, Daria, Venture Bros., Mad Men, Game of Thrones, Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Todd and the Book of Pure Evil.

Music: Florence + the Machine, The Dreadnoughts, Muse, Lily Allen. I listen to Bootie Mashups at work most days.
The six things I could never do without
Think outside the box. Sometimes the little things can say a lot.
- Words, words, words.
- Wry wit (but also rye wit).
- Grilled cheese sandwiches.
- Yarn.
- Coffee and tea.
- Layers.
I spend a lot of time thinking about
Global warming, lunch, or your next vacation… it’s all fair game.
I was driving in North Beach (San Francisco) at 1AM a couple of years ago, and while at a stop sign, a priest let me go through first. I waved at him in thanks for his kind gesture, and drove through. Then I began to wonder why a priest was wandering the streets of North Beach at 1AM. Was he a real priest? Was he a pervert dressed as a priest? Was he a real priest AND a pervert? I may never know.

While Californians and foodies are no longer in danger from an embargo on sriracha production in the US, the question still remains: should condiments even be allowed to have this much control over the palettes of food lovers?

If you have a fuck that you don't give, what is the half-life of that fuck? Do fucks have a rate of diminishing returns? Is there a shelf life to the ungiven fuck? Is the value of a fuck that *is* given effected by the ambient level of give-a-shit in the surrounding area?
On a typical Friday night I am
Netflix and takeout, or getting your party on — how do you let loose?
Debating the various pros vs. cons of getting out of my pjs.
The most private thing I’m willing to admit
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Growing up, I refused to sleep without socks, because I was afraid my toe nails would be stolen by a monster. I believe this fear was derived from an R.L. Stine story, but I can't remember which one.

I hate chairs. They feel oppressively formal, and I am pretty much incapable of sitting comfortably in one. Armchairs are acceptable because they are like one person couches masquerading as chairs. Whenever possible (read: "appropriate"), I will sit on the floor if an uncomfortable chair is the only alternative.

My BIGGEST regret in life is not telling Alec Baldwin that coffee is for closers when he ordered coffee from me.
He stopped in again the next morning. I had a second shot, but all I managed was espresso.
You should message me if
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You are the iceberg to my Titanic.

You are the moth to my flame.

... You probably shouldn't message me.
They both die in the end.

But maybe let's watch a Birdman/Death to Smoochy double feature. You know, on the way out.