Riley Woods

I'm really bad at golf I live for the kind of evening where time bends. Your jacket on the back of my chair. My lipstick on the rim of your glass. Champagne flutes on the table, laughter spilling over. Suddenly, it's midnight and neither of us is ready to say goodnight. I am drawn to companionship for that fizzy feeling. For thoughtful conversations and meaningful connections. It's important for you to know: I'm terrible at golf. My instructor's exact words were "completely hopeless." I have a Master's degree, which makes me an effervescent blonde, not just a bubbly one. I'm reading Proust right now. Before that, Dostoyevsky. Before that, Steinbeck. I'm good at Blackjack, fine at skiing, and excellent at dancing. I like Bob Dylan and Pixies. I like Verdi and Bach. I've been to 38 countries, and I'm not even close to done. I've watched the sun rise from the top of Mt. Fuji. Wandered Europe until I ran out of map. Learned to scuba dive on a tiny island in the Philippines. I think about the botanic gardens in Singapore every single day (they fully inspired my gardening obsession!). My travels have influenced gourmandise habits. Whether it's a Manhattan restaurant rated three stars by a tire company, or a literal gas station in Italy, great food is my raison d'etre. (And yes, I actually did have one of the best meals of my life at an Italian gas station). Still working on: safari in Tanzania, scuba diving the Maldives, an Antarctic cruise. I'd love it if you joined me. I collect coins, vintage champagne, and stamps in my passport. I like watches with complications, because they admit that time isn't simple. I care about what appreciates over time. A vintage bottle. A great painting. A connection that grows warmer every time we see each other. What I'm really after is simple, even if it takes a little effort to find: chemistry, warmth, and the slow lovely pleasure of two people who genuinely enjoy each other's company. The only thing better than a