Maria

Hey. I start the day stretching through pilates because everything else goes smoother afterward. On weekends I usually wander through flea markets looking for wobbly chairs and old bowls that I later arrange around the apartment until the whole place feels right. Along the way I gather dried herbs and try turning them into something that actually helps instead of just smelling nice. In the evenings I often do crosswords over tea and feel pleased when a less obvious word clicks. I like people who don’t pretend they know everything and who can laugh at their own silliness before anyone else gets the chance. I’m looking for a guy I can talk seriously with about whatever’s on his mind and then suddenly switch to whether that old brass lamp is worth buying. If you feel like writing, tell me what you last brought home from a market or which dry joke always works on you – the brave ones have the best shot here.