Chances are, if you’re reading this, something feels… off.

Maybe it’s those moments when the house is quiet, and the ache of “is this all there is?” starts to creep in.

Or maybe it’s that nagging thought that something’s missing—connection, appreciation, feeling truly seen. I’m not here to pretend I have all the answers, but I am here to ask: what if those broken pieces we’re both carrying fit together into something stronger, something beautiful?

Who am I? I’m the guy who remembers the details—the way you take your coffee, that one song you hum when you’re happy, and which movies you love even though they’re objectively terrible. I’m quick with a joke (okay, they land about 73% of the time) and quicker to cheer you on when you need it most. I’m here for the messy conversations, the laugh-until-you-snort moments, and the quiet comfort of just being. I want to make you feel like the star of your own story again.

What I’m looking for: Someone who sees me, the real me, and isn’t afraid to let me in. Perfection? Who cares. I want someone kind, genuine, and open—someone who knows vulnerability isn’t weakness but a strength. I’m drawn to confidence wrapped in warmth, a sense of humor that can match mine, and a heart big enough to trust again.

You: You’re soft but strong, the kind of person who can laugh at themselves and still own their brilliance. You know what you want, but you’re not afraid to admit when you need help or just someone to lean on. You smell amazing (seriously, that matters more than we admit), and your smile? It’s the kind of thing that turns a good day into a great one. Tattoos? Piercings? A little edge or some quirks that make you you? I’m all in.

I’ve been around long enough to know that settling isn’t the answer. Life’s too short for anything less than something real, something worth fighting for. If you feel the same, let’s take a chance and see where this goes.