My description is : In my imagination, he is on his knees. But not out of fear. Out of devotion. Like a knight before his queen. His gift is not a tribute, it is an act of reverence for art. And my acceptance is the highest mercy.
I like: I appreciate those who understand that yielding to a strong woman is not a weakness, but the highest form of wisdom. I love the scent of expensive perfume that lingers in the room after I leave. I figure people out
I dislike: Using informal language without permission, asking silly or overly personal questions from the outset, attempting to close the distance. Her status should be acknowledged from the very first message.
