I’m the kind of person who finds magic in the small stuff, a perfectly timed green light, the smell of a bookstore, or finally finding that one missing sock. I’ve spent the last year becoming my own favorite company, traveling to places that pushed my boundaries and learning that I’m surprisingly good at trivia but catastrophically bad at bowling. But lately, I’ve been thinking about what’s missing. It’s not just a dinner date; it’s the person who makes the grocery store run feel like an adventure. I’m looking for someone who is comfortable in their own skin, laughs at the absurd, and isn't afraid to be the first one on the dance floor (even if the "dance floor" is just a living room).