About Blair
Hey you, why don’t you sit down and pour yourself a drink?
Dirty-minded, kind-hearted blonde with a talent for getting into trouble. If that sounds like your kind of cocktail, I think we’re going to get along just fine.
I’m Blair, professional bad influence and enthusiastic participant in life’s more questionable decisions. I’ve been blessed with a rather extraordinary ability to have an indecently good time, and I’ve had plenty of practice. Care to join me?
My favourite evenings involve never-ending dinners, little red boxes and bad ideas whispered in my ear after midnight. My favourite mornings? Waking up tangled in hotel sheets, laughing about the night before and agreeing that certain stories are probably best kept between us.
But don’t let all that mischief fool you. I’m a good girl really. I love the softer things too: fresh roses, enormous fluffy hotel bathrobes, lazy Sunday mornings and the feeling of your hand brushing against my bare leg under the dinner table. I’m just as happy being sweet as I am being trouble. Ideally, a little of both.
And while I’m undeniably a night owl, I do occasionally emerge into daylight. When I’m not out living my Jordan Belfort-inspired best life (with considerably less fraud), you’ll probably find me in a library, pretending not to be distracted from my psychology assignments. I’m fascinated by people, what makes them tick, what they secretly want and all the funny little contradictions that make us human. So yes, I might ask you a lot of questions. But I promise not to charge you for therapy.
I like people who can make me laugh, conversations that wander off in unexpected directions and evenings that go on much longer than either of us planned. I don’t do boring, and I’m certainly not interested in pretending we’re having fun. I’d much rather we actually did.
Whether you’re looking for a glamorous partner in crime, a decadent distraction from real life or someone warm and affectionate to curl up with after a long day, I’d love to meet you. I like to think the best dates feel less like dates and more like catching up with someone you’ve known forever, only with a little more flirting and significantly sexier underwear.
So, shall we get into some trouble?
I’ll be the blonde at the bar with a half-read novel, a glass of champagne and a suspiciously innocent smile. Come say hello. I promise I’m friendly. Mostly. xx
Finer points
Height: 5ft 2, pocket-sized trouble.
Measurements: 32D, size 8. Small waist, soft curves.
Age: 30
Eye colour: Big blue eyes, usually giving away exactly what I’m thinking.
Hair colour: Honey blonde
Lookalikes: A young Scarlett Johansson meets Renée Zellweger.
Daytime occupation: Doctoral student and writer.
Cuisine: Xiao long bao bursting with hot broth, Peking duck at Imperial Treasure, an intimate omakase counter where the chef chooses everything for us. Or a three-hour Italian lunch with too much pasta and another bottle of wine.
Drink: Green juice in the morning, endless cups of tea, sparkling water with everything and very cold champagne when there’s something to celebrate (which is often).
Films: Babygirl, American Psycho, Belle de Jour. Apparently I have a thing for beautiful people behaving badly.
Activities: Pilates and pole dancing, snorkelling in crystal clear water, extravagant tasting menus, long bubble baths in beautiful hotels, gossiping with girlfriends until 3am, writing short stories and getting lost in a painting with oils or acrylics. A little bit of culture, a little bit of decadence and a healthy appreciation for doing absolutely nothing in a fluffy bathrobe.
Dream date: A long weekend away in the English countryside. Long walks in the fresh air, a roaring fire, a Michelin-starred dinner and a ridiculously beautiful hotel suite. Plenty of fresh air, fabulous food and a lot of time in bed doing everything but sleeping.
They slipped briskly into an intimacy from which they never recovered.
F. Scott Fitzgerald, This Side of Paradise
