“She is free in her wildness. She is a wanderess, a drop of free water. She knows nothing of borders and cares nothing for rules or customs. ‘Time’ for her isn’t something to fight against. Her life flows clean, with passion. She belongs to no man and to no city.”
Call me Emily. I was born in the countryside, growing up somewhere between finishing school and the unadorned simplicity of a rural childhood. I discovered a love for travel at a very young age and insisted on doing it quite frequently, striking out on my own, allowing my curiosity in people and cultures to dominate my life path. Since then, I’ve spent several short and long stints abroad, getting lost, finding excitement in uncertainty, befriending unlikely allies. Perhaps I am a bit of a junkie for that sort of unexpected pleasure.
Structure bestowed upon me has given me many attributes I am now thankful for, including old-fashioned manners, refined pastimes and an impressive curriculum vitae. I have never modeled but am often told that I have an intoxicating blend of brains and beauty. A delicate frame with petite features, ample curves, golden blonde hair, and a freshly manicured style makes me a classic feminine beauty, while the intensity of my blue-grey eyes hints that I could be a formidable dinner date conversationalist if a lively debate gets going.
I’m drawn to the world of companionship for reasons I can’t quite pinpoint. It could be the hedonistic pleasure of an intimate conversation, the sense of bliss to touch and be touched. Or, it could be the memorable butterflies I feel before embarking on a date full of promise and possibility. You know the feeling – simultaneously exhilarating and terrifying, wishing the adrenaline would cease immediately but also never, ever, end. Either way, I don’t believe in rating my blessings. I am grateful to have met some wonderful people and continue to come back for more.