I don't have a type, I have a person. Charming, mad smart, could make a brick wall crack a smile, never says what she's actually thinking, blonde, Italian by way of Chicago. Kindhearted badass.

But circumstances being what they are, I'm tangled up with misanthropes who are emotionally unavailable and possibly don't actually like me.

The sun'll burn out before it'll be able to outshine Georgia, so don't... get matchmaker ideas.