once upon a time i secretly entered a baking competition despite being absolutely terrible at baking. i spent three hours decorating a cake that ended up leaning like a tower. somehow, i won a prize for creativity. my family still brings it up at every birthday. i learned two things that day: confidence is dangerous, and pretty disasters are still pretty.

i have a weakness for people who remember tiny details. someone who notices my mood changed, remembers a ridiculous story i told weeks ago, or makes me laugh when i'm trying very hard to stay annoyed. confidence without arrogance, kindness without showing off, and a slightly questionable sense of humor. bonus points if you can handle a girl who always steals the last french fry.

good manners are ridiculously attractive, just saying. say hello, be respectful, and don't mistake my sweetness for unlimited patience. i love playful teasing, clever conversations, and people who know how to appreciate my time. tips are always noticed, demands are not. make yourself comfortable, but remember whose little universe you've entered.

i have a talent for looking completely innocent while being the reason something went wrong. i get emotionally attached to fictional characters, and have very strong opinions about bad music. i'm affectionate, a little dramatic, annoyingly observant, and much softer than my attitude suggests. don't tell anyone.