Natalie Hsiang

Mischievous. Mesmeric. Magnanimous.

It’s not what you do, it’s who you do it with… I am, apparently, quite serious about this. I become enamored with the particularities of people. Give me someone who gets animated talking about something they love and I am already halfway invested. Tell me your joys. What makes you ache? Why do you have that oddly specific obsession? The thing you thought was too unimportant to mention? I want to hear all about it.

Some call me an eager accomplice, others an enthusiastic enabler. Both are correct! I have a habit of stoking well-known and not-yet-known desires in the people I spend my time with. Tell me what you’ve always wanted to do and there is a very good chance I’ll want to help make it happen.

I don’t take myself too seriously. I laugh easily and often, but most importantly, I am kind. Bring me your curiosity, you silliness, your freest self. We’ll have fun. We’ll come alive. Isn’t that the whole point?

When I’m not plotting world domination, I’m usually in a museum aisle getting emotional over a Dali, burning dinner while attempting a French pastry that’s way above my pay grade, or collecting languages and expensive pieces of paper from fancy schools.

I don’t know you yet, and isn’t that refreshing? Come as you are, and as you wish to be known.

Good company. Bad decisions. Excellent stories.

Tempt me into shenanigans with a note in my inbox (Hint: I’m most impressed by kindness, curiosity, and a healthy dose of silliness)