Let me introduce myself.

My name is Rikka. I come from a land, from a far away place, where the caravan camels roam. Where they cut off your ear, if they don’t like your face. It’s barbaric, but hey, it’s home.

I’m joking. Kuwait isn’t like that at all. It’s beautiful and you should be jealous. I spent my whole life growing up there but I’m in New Zealand now. I moved to Aotearoa in the year two thousand nine.

So, anyways, salaam and good evening to you worthy friend. Please, please, come closer.

Too close, a little too close.

Wait, don’t go. I can see you’re only interested in the exceptionally rare. I think, then, you would be most rewarded to consider… me. Do not be fooled by my completely ordinary appearance.

Like so many things, it is not what is outside, but what is inside that counts.

I am attracted to people who have a broad perspective on life and aren’t judgmental in the least. I’d like to consider myself one of these urbane people, though I can’t help but judge those who are narrow minded. 

If I can’t carry an intellectual conversation with you, I can’t kiss you ever.