I'm Blair, professional bad influence and enthusiastic participant in life's more questionable decisions.

My favourite evenings involve long dinners, champagne and laughing until my cheeks hurts. I love people I can talk to for hours, the kind who make you feel so good in their company that you completely lose track of time, and suddenly it's 3am.

While I'm undeniably a night owl, I do emerge in the daylight. I'm a writer and doctoral student, so when I'm not out living my best Jordan Belfort-inspired life (minus the crime), you'll find me in the library. I'm fascinated by people and all the funny little contradictions that make us human. So yes, I ask a lot of questions, but I promise it's not a therapy session.

I love softer things too: fresh roses, enormous hotel bathrobes and the feeling of your hand brushing against my bare leg under the dinner table. Whether we're getting dressed up for an extravagant evening or curled up in bed laughing about the night before, I like my dates to feel like I'm catching up with someone I've known forever. Only with a more flirting and sexier underwear.

So, shall we get into some trouble?

Height: 5ft 2.

Measurements: 32D, size 8. Small waist, soft curves.

Age: 30

Eyes: Big and blue, usually giving away exactly what I'm thinking.

Hair: Honey blonde.

Lookalikes: A young Scarlett Johansson meets Renée Zellweger.

Daytime occupation: Doctoral student and writer.

Food: Xiao long bao from A. Wong, Peking duck from Imperial Treasure, an intimate omakase counter where the chef chooses everything for us. Or a three-hour Italian lunch where we over order antipasti and drink too many bottles of wine.

Drinks: Green juice in the morning, tea during the day, sparkling water, and champagne when there's something to celebrate (which is often).

Films: Babygirl, American Psycho, Belle de Jour. Apparently I have a thing for beautiful people behaving badly.

Hobbies: Pilates, pole dancing, snorkelling in crystal clear water, writing short stories and painting with oils and acrylics. I also consider long bubble baths, extravagant tasting menus and gossiping with girlfriends until 3am perfectly legitimate hobbies.

Dream date: A long weekend in the English countryside. Long walks, a roaring fire, a Michelin-starred dinner and a ridiculously beautiful hotel suite. Plenty of fresh air, fabulous food and an awful lot of time in bed doing everything but sleeping.