The way to win me over is by bringing me coffee without asking. Extra points if you remember how I take it. I’m looking for someone who responds quickly. Not immediately, but also not three days later, like it’s a chess match. We’ll get along if you’re OK with me stealing your hoodie. It’s not personal. It’s just warmer than mine. My simple pleasures include sleeping in, good playlists, and food that someone else cooked, although I'm a good cook that loves to cook. Let’s debate whether cereal is soup. I have thoughts, and I’m willing to argue my case over brunch. I won’t lie, I’m incredibly sappy. If you bring me flowers, I’m yours. If you write me a sweet but poorly written poem, I’ll sob happy tears. I’m not hard to please, but I do need someone who will treat me like a queen.” “Hey, I’m Alicia, but all my friends call me Hopeless Romantic. What can I say? I’ve got a big, sappy heart and no one to fill it! At the end of the day, I want to find someone I can grow old with. I want that picket-fence life, no matter how cliché it sounds.” “My favorite holiday? Valentine’s Day. My favorite color? Lilac. My greatest passion? Giving excellent hugs.”