Me in a nutshell: 50% fun, 30% foodie energy, and 20% occasional social anxiety.
Skills: great at telling terrible jokes when the conversation gets awkward, pretending I’m exploring the city when I’m lost, and translating “whatever” into “I actually want hot pot.”
Not looking for: master promise-makers, read-and-ignore artists, or scammers who borrow money and never pay it back.
Perks: emotional support, the occasional milk tea, and absolutely no life advice (unless you ask).
Requirements: alive, able to text back, and preferably able to laugh together.
Comment “1” and let’s see which lucky person I pick! (I reply to all relevant comments.)