You’re Out There. I’ll find you.

(55 M4F )You live in Pennsylvania. The changing seasons has forced you to face the fact that you’re spending another year with him. Despite everything you promised yourself.

The kids are grown (or nearly) and would be able to absorb the inevitable parental breakup.

Your bedroom isn’t dead but no candle could ever be lit again in there. No spark will ever gain access to that room.

Your thoughts and desires loom on your mind daily. What would it be like to feel those butterflies again ? To smile at someone when you hear them say your name? To really mean it when you grab hold of them and whisper in their ear? Or to even feel the excitement of going to a show or concert together. Cause it would be so much fun together.

You must take the first step. Find him. Carefully. But look for him. He IS there. He’s carrying so many of the same burdens. But getting through. He yearns for attention, your hand on his shoulder, or around his waist. Close to him. Ready to do whatever. Shop (he’d do it in a second with you!) or eat out (wine or beer, won’t complain) or actually go to a movie.

He’s in business, handsome, always successful, has amazing breadth of musical likings, is passionate in all regards, and has the same hopes for rekindling his inner fire for physical attraction, touch, sex, lovemaking…all of it.

Could he be available for dates? Does he travel to my area? Yes. He does. He has. And he will be there regularly. Until you both pull the trigger on a new phase.

He wants his partner. His companion. His confidante. And he’s been looking. Most of the ladies won’t have what he wants…hwp, healthy, petite, lover of handsome men, drug m, disease and smoke free, and most importantly…a sane person without 8 closets of skeletons.

Come in out of the rain, and talk to him. He’s right here.