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My name is :: Eva Baumgarten
Some like to call me :: Eva. Why would you call me anything other than that. Are you suffering from desilusions? We can talk about it, if so you wish...
I'm this many :: Thirthy Five
I stand at :: Six foot One Inch. Yes, I am rather tall for a woman. I hope this does not give you any complex of any sort, nor emasculate you.
Weighing in at :: This isn't a question to ask a woman... could you be perhaps be of the feederism kind? Well, if so, you would be loosing your time with me. I am merely One hundred and Sixty Pounds.
Blowing out my candles on :: The Thirtieth of Spring. Please, do not buy me any gifts unless you are blue hearted. Otherwise, it is creepy and stalkerish.
Isn't it obvious :: I am a Female. Do not worry, I am not transgendered, crossdressing, dragging or anything of the sort.
I make a living by :: Studying the human psyche. Knowing the unknowable. Discovering your fear and your deepest secrets. Helping you face the unfaceble and to become a more stable human being. In other words, I am this town Psychologist.
Sexuality :: Now, wouldn't you just like to know that? You will have to work for it if you want to know. There is no reason why I would get in a relationship with one of my patients, after all.
I live in :: A lavish flat by the coast
My journal :: In my library, among many other books.
Theme Song :: Vagrancy
Get me that ::
❤ Cats
❤ Fashion Clothes
❤ Pears
❤ Milk Fruit
❤ Spring
Get that the ******** away ::
☠ Goose
☠ Papaya
☠ Carnations
☠ Valentine's Day.
☠ Bela James, b***h stole my style.
and I'm terrified of :: Grasshoppers
Personality ↘↘
XXXXXXXXXXX Can one really describes it's own personallity very well? I believe that this is not something that someone can know about themselves. Only a distant third party can really give a good opinion on who we really are. Never the less, I like to believe that I am a calm and collected woman. I am a good judge of character, seeing in body languages what other cannot see. It is amazing what we do without noticing.
I am vain, I will admit that and I do like beautiful things around, and on, me. While I would never say it out loud, I do know that I am possessive of my things. I like to keep what's mine, mine, including my privacy. I might come out as cold, but really, you are just too warm for me. I do not like to beat around the bush and go straight to the point, like it or not. I like to keep thing around me under control, to the point of obsession. I should see a shrink for that, but it's it a bit hard when the only one on the island is you.
History ↘↘
XXXXXXXX I was born Vienna, the capital of Austria, for those among you that never passed their geography classes. My mother was of Italian decent and had moved to Vienna when she was in her early to twenties for... Well, to tell you the truth, I never asked and I never knew. All that I can tell you for sure about my mother was that she was, and still is, a dance instructor. She met my father, an local painter, at a party hosted by a coworker of hers. It was love at first sight.... No, I'm just joking. They hated each other. They had different opinions on anything and everything. The evening ended with both of them not choosing not to care about the other. They didn't see each other for another three year, until they met again, at a party, hosted by the same coworker. This time, the evening ended in sex. They saw each other on an off like that for the next five year until, finally, my mother slapped him across the face, told him she was pregnant and everything. He proposed to marry her, she laugh at him. What would getting married changed anything? It wasn't like divorce and separation did not exist.
Still, while never getting married, their relation became stable and 5 months later (my mother discovered her pregnancy late), the most beautiful baby to ever see the day was born. My older sister. Three years later, it was my turn. Time skip 15 years in the future, my father had left my mother for the same coworker that had introduced them years earlier, my sister had become a runway model in Milan and I had moved back to Italy with my mother. Time skip another 2 years and I was now entering university in Rome. While my mother wanted me to go in dance and my father, whom I had kept contact with, wanted me to study art history, especially since I was, you know, in Rome, I chose something completely different, that would change the way I saw human interactions with each other: Linguistics.
Yes, for 4 years, I studies language, sound, semantics and all the lovely noises that came from someone's throats. It was more interesting than it sounds, I swear. Nevertheless, I still somehow saw myself taking one psychology class after the other, and before long, I had completed a master in it. I then transferred to La Sorbonne, in Paris, to make my doctorate studies on it. It was then that my older sister, announced that she was moving in with me. The next day, I was on a boat heading straight for Nirvani Island. No way was I going to live with that woman. 15 years of my life had been long enough.
In a surprising twist of events, I found myself enjoying the life on that island. Sure, the average level of culture those people have isn't very high, but still, sometimes, you find a person or two who actually know something about art, which is enough to brighten up my days. Add in the fact that a lot of people here needs mental help, cabin feaver, obviously, it made me a lot more financially secured than ever, if you catch my drift.
