Hi there. The name's Taylor. I am twenty-two years old, an au pair in the Geneva area, and am known, in some circles, as "hell in high heels."

I take my tea black and strong enough for a mouse to walk across, and I like coloring books. I have built period correct chandeliers out of mardi gras beads, sang small children to sleep, and won gold medals at regional figure skating competitions. I once taught a boy to foxtrot on a December sidewalk at midnight. I know how to play Quidditch.

I have been mother to an abandoned kitten, and have slept in a closet full of brown recluse spiders without getting bitten. I smile at strangers. I take naps on the catwalks and feed wild birds from the palm of my hand. I once broke my foot with a battle axe. I have eaten wild blueberries from the top of Mount Cadillac and, as a child, I was convinced that I was telekinetic.

I charm people with the extensive use of bad puns and elaborate hand gestures, and I sleep in a blanket fort. I am prepared for the zombie apocalypse. My best friends are an attorney and a rocket scientist, and my most prized possession is a battered spiral-bound notebook. I have played with sheep on the Kings Hill at Tara, and have left flowers on the grave of William Butler Yeats. I know what it's like to grab an electric fence, and I once had to duck-and-roll off the back of a speeding golf cart.

I have kissed in the rain, opened cans without a can opener, and survived a bout of West Nile. 

But I have yet to meet you.