I didn't plan this life so much as stumble into it. After years in fashion (deadlines, fluorescent offices, the particular grind of an industry that's glamourous from the outside) I found myself craving something more alive.

So I followed that feeling.

Nine years later, I still haven't looked back.

I'm in my early 30s, which is old enough to know what I like, young enough to still be surprised. I grew up between cultures — European parents, a lot of airports, a mild addiction to museums — and somewhere along the way picked up a decent amount of French, a comfortable number of frequent flyer points, and a genuine love of a well-made whisky sour.

I do ballet when I'm not travelling, and I'm probably working on a degree in something that has no practical application whatsoever. I like it that way.

What I've learned, through all of it, is that the most luxurious thing you can offer someone is your full attention. That's what I bring.

My favourite encounters have a slowness to them, with good conversation that goes somewhere unexpected. A little chemistry, allowed to develop naturally before anything else. I prefer a minimum of two hours, not out of formality, but because that's when things actually get interesting. And I tend to click best with people who've lived a little. They're mature, established, quietly confident.

If that sounds like you, I'd love to hear from you.

The details matter to me. I have a feeling they matter to you too.