The problem

The summer is passing you by and nothing interesting has happened yet. All the young guys you've met have been nice, but then again so is your grandmother. And they're about as emotionally needy as she is, too. What you want is the frisson of coming up against experience, potency, and intellect. You want that fluttering in your stomach when you unexpectedly become unsure of yourself and are afraid of saying the wrong thing. In other words, you want an encounter where something is at stake. .

Me

I'm the rock you need to break against. I'm an established, publicly visible academic; I run a business; I advise government––all that good shit. I'm verbally adept, and in exceptional physical shape; if dad bods are your thing, look elsewhere. I'm so much fun I make Disneyland look like a child prison. But I will also pin you with my gaze and anatomise your thoughts with the intense, consuming passion of the scientific method. You will never have felt so seen in your life. And of course, you've always been captured by older men; you wouldn't be reading this otherwise.

You

The key words here are intelligent and attractive; other ones might be cynical and creative––and fuck it, let's go all out and say beautiful. Maybe you're a postgrad or an early career academic or an artist. Whatever you are, you will feel a pulse of anarchic energy throb inside you that you know most other people don't have. It will have driven you to impulsive transgressions in the past; on Soon, it will drive you to me. You will have a fond contempt for people who subscribe to bourgeois norms. (So for the record, I don't care about your relationship status.)

The plan

We'll have exchanged pictures so we'll already know there's attraction. We meet some day soon; we get lunch or dinner somewhere, and then a few drinks. The conversation will flow with such fluency it'll make James Joyce seem like he has a speech impediment. Maybe three drinks in we stop pretending, and when I go to say something to you I kiss you instead. You'll wonder why it took so long. After that, we'll see where it goes: nowhere, anywhere, to the dark side of the moon.

Message me and let's find out which it is.