Petra Kent

I prefer not to make distinctions between art and life—

The taste of a smoky scotch, the sound of a needle dropping on vinyl, the look of awe on the faces of tourists on Hollywood Boulevard, the feel of well-made things draped around my tall and willowy frame, or a hand on the small of my back guiding me through a room.

Upon meeting you will notice my infectious laugh, full lips, thick honey-colored hair, and mischievous blue eyes that will make you forget what you were talking about mid-sentence.

In my day-to-day life I’m a voracious reader, art lover, and a student of the world. I make my own rules and enjoy the company of those who know what they want and how to get it, who aren’t afraid to bend convention to find their joy.

Friends have told me I’m down-to-earth and sensitive to the world around me. Whether you seek a confidante, muse, or something in between, together we can pursue all the pleasures lost in the rush of modern life. The only thing I love more than making real, deep connections is seeing those connections blossom over time.

Let’s conjure a world all our own.

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Date ideas (the world’s our oyster) —

I’m picturing a hotel suite with a steamy deco-tiled bathroom with hot water and suds filling an oversized clawfoot tub big enough for two.

Tense? We could visit the spa and leave glowing.

Though I might not look like it, I love to eat and am particularly fond of seafood and Japanese cuisine. Let’s feast on the best the city has to offer.

Indulge my life-long love affair with cinema halls and live theater. We’ll sit side-by-side in the dark and observe the electricity between our knees with distracting thoughts of what comes next.

Private room karaoke? I dare you.

And of course, we could travel somewhere neither of us has ever been before. All this wanderlust has made me an excellent packer.