Weird. Dry. Reclaiming quirky. Type A masquerading as Type B. Gluten-Free, but doesn’t need to talk with you about it. Always remembers your birthday. Won't meet you on the West Side. Carries a Tupperware of dog food in her backpack so her pup can dine under the table at the Pho joint. Treats Karaoke like the Grammys. Listens to KCRW in the car when she's with you, blasts Steven Sondheim when she’s alone. Will read your tarot cards on a first date/needs to know your astrological sign before committing. Still waiting on her Hogwarts acceptance letter.