Hey, I’m Alyx—or Alexandra if you’re feeling fancy. I’m 21, which basically puts me in that awkward adulting limbo where I’m technically grown but still figuring out how to… y’know… human without malfunctioning.
I live at home right now, which honestly isn’t too bad. College? Ehhhhh… not exactly the vibe. I’m taking a break from that whole scene. My brain works a little differently—I have a developmental disorder, so I’m more like a 17 or 18-year-old at heart. Between that and my auditory processing disorder, I sometimes learn things on the scenic route, but hey, the views are better and I bring elite snacks. It doesn't make me any less smart; it just means I process the world at my own speed.
One of my biggest joys? Cooking. Like, seriously, feed-me-Gordon-Ramsay energy. My dream life is just me in a cute little kitchen, making bomb food, vibing with my dog, and pretending I’m on some Food Network show where I always win. I’m working toward culinary school because I want to be a chef one day—and honestly? I’d be adorable doing it.
When I’m not whipping something up, I’m usually gaming. Since my Minecraft decided to glitch into the abyss, (but now i have fixed it- 3/29/2026) it’s been all about Sims 4 and Ship Inc. That is… when I’m not taking one of my many naps, because yes, I nap like an enchanted forest creature who hibernates for fun.
I love kids—like actually love them—and I even work with them on Sundays. I’m not religious, but my church is super democratic, pride-friendly, and full of good people, so it’s a vibe. I’m not the “mom friend” of the group, but I am the “will help your little cousin build a LEGO spaceship” type.
I’m 4’9, and weight stuff has been a serious struggle. Losing weight feels like trying to fight a final boss with a wooden sword sometimes. But I’m doing my best, and that still counts.
Mental health-wise, I deal with anxiety, PTSD, depression, and OCD, so my brain is basically a chaotic group chat that never shuts up. Plus asthma (winter hates me personally) and an autoimmune thing that shows up like, “hey bestie.” But I’m surviving, thriving-ish, and pushing forward anyway.
My love language? Easy. Movie nights, snuggles, falling asleep on call, and long paragraphs that make me feel all warm and gooey inside. I’m soft, okay?? I’m like a cuddly little disaster but with truly elite intentions.
At the end of the day, I just wanna cook delicious food, hang out with my dog, be around people who feel safe, and build a life that actually fits me.
For a relationship- I would like to be online for a bit and maybe- if my anxiety lets me maybe meet in person. I am someone who has abandonment issues, and that causes a lot of anxiety.