I want to get high on your dopamine and swim in your serotonin. I want your favorite song stuck in my head and the sound of your voice to tickle my ears like music. I want to laugh at your jokes and hold you when you cry. I want to know what your name feels like in my lips. I want to lose track of time in your arms. I want my inner poet to stir at your glory, to etch your countenance into my sketchbook. I want to trace your features like a sculptor. I want to read your favorite book to you. I want you to be my first and last thought every day. I want to rub brains with you. I want to be captivated by you, to become quantum entangled.

Where you have felt neglect I want you to feel desire. I want to fill the void of your isolation and neglect with an endless web of intimacy and conversation. I want to be enthralled by the story of your life.

I want to be the object of your desire, to be worth the risk.

My marriage is in name only at this point (i.e. less than roommates). I'm looking for someone who is highly introspective, very self-aware, and emotionally intelligent (or at least trying to be). I'm a burly bicurious-ish nerd. I am big, but my shoulders are wider than my hips. I've a case of RBF, a very full beard, shaved head and a giant pair of black frames only a software developer could love. It's an aesthetic one might call highlander-librarian, professorial-Viking, bookstore-bouncer. But despite the curmudgeonly exterior I'm an idealist at heart but a rationalist in practice. I'm a logophile, left of Bernie, jaded cynic, and hopeless romantic.

I read, I write, I draw, I rave about geeky things. I'm left of Bernie. I love words, weed, and wicked tattoos (that's not to suggest you must have one, just that it'd be great if we could appreciate them together).

You constantly pursue emotional intelligence, are intentional about communication, and love art.