Erika

i am a champagne socialist with a soft spot for chivalry. i think i lived my past life in the thirties and i love red lipstick. i buy coats when i feel depressed. i’m a girly-girl in the traditional sense. i make a mean ovaltine shake and i can whip up an irresistible pot of soup–any kind. i crack my knuckles. weak handshakes gross me out. i have terrible delivery when it comes to jokes but i love to hear them (the more off-color, the better.) i put a lot of stock into eye contact. not only do i not believe in god, i believe there is no god. i’m not a morning person. i have a voice like birthday cake icing. thanksgiving is my favorite holiday. i listen to yo-yo ma when writing papers but i don’t particularly like classical music day-to-day. i'm a hedonist to the core and i've got a weakness for blue eyes and down comforters. i’m all for indulgence (be it self- or otherwise) and I don’t do nearly enough yoga to compensate. I judge bars that don’t serve Bellinis. if i had it my way, all men would dress like Jimmy Stewart.