Hey,

Life’s become a little… predictable lately. You know the drill: work, errands, rinse, repeat. I’ve got the career, the routine, the adulting thing down. But somewhere between the meetings and the grocery runs, I started craving something messier. Something that feels like a 2 a.m. conversation with a stranger who suddenly doesn’t feel like one.

I’ll be honest—I miss the thrill of discovering someone. Not just surface stuff, but the kind of connection where you trade secrets instead of small talk. I’m looking for someone who wants to let go, who finds freedom in trusting another person completely. If you’re rolling your eyes at clichés about submission, we’re on the same page. This isn’t about roles—it’s about chemistry, curiosity, and the kind of trust that takes work.

About me: I read too much (fiction, history, the occasional conspiracy deep-dive), argue about movies like it’s my job, and daydream about ditching my calendar to get lost in a city where I don’t speak the language. I am attached, happy to discuss the details with you in PM.

I’m not here to upend anyone’s life. Just to find someone who’s also tired of the script—who wants to talk about the weird, raw, unfiltered parts of being human. The stuff that doesn’t fit in our everyday pretentious lives. Maybe we hate the same things. Maybe we will argue which movie is the worst and which movie is the best?

You? You’re curious, self-aware, and maybe a little tired of surface-level. You don’t flinch at the word “submissive” because you get that it’s about trust, not tropes. Bonus if you can make me laugh when I’m elbow-deep in emails.

If you’re nodding along—or even mildly annoyed—hit reply. Tell me what you’re passionate about, what keeps you up at night, or why you still think pineapple belongs on pizza. Let’s skip the resume and get to the part where it’s 1 a.m. and neither of us wants to hang up.

Waiting (but patiently, because I’m told that’s a virtue),