I’m the guy who thrives in the wild, where the air tastes of pine and possibility, and the stars come out to play, unbothered by city lights. There’s something primal about a trail winding through the unknown—a whisper of danger and freedom that reminds you of everything you’re capable of. Out there, it’s just me, the steady beat of my boots, and my German shepherd—a partner as loyal as he is wild. When I’m not chasing summits, I’m chasing stories. The kind where controllers were passed around the room, and you blew on the cartridge when it didn’t work. The kind where the lights stayed off because “Resident Evil” demanded it. I’ve got a soft spot for the macabre, whether it’s Stephen King’s wicked imagination or the bloody brilliance of a horror classic.

Physically? 5’11” of solid grit—broad shoulders built for heavy lifting, in and out of the gym. The beard? Rugged, a touch unkempt, like the woods I roam, but I keep the important parts sharp and clean. Endurance isn’t just about physicality, though I’ve got plenty of that; it’s about the long game, in hiking, lifting, or anything that’s worth savoring. I’ve learned to appreciate the slow burn, whether it’s the climb to the peak or the way tension builds between two people when the chemistry is just right.

You? Local, 25 , and carrying just enough mystery to keep me curious. Maybe you’ve got a taste for adventure, whether it’s in the forest or on a cozy couch with controllers in hand. Maybe you’ve got a streak of darkness—nothing too heavy, just enough to make you a little unpredictable, a little wild. If you’ve got a mind as sharp as your wit and the kind of energy that can hold its own, we might just make a hell of a team.

Let’s skip the games we don’t play on a console. Grab a drink, let the words flow like old 90s cheat codes—effortless and full of surprises. If we find that spark, who knows where the night (or day) could take us? Maybe it’s a winding trail under a canopy of trees. Maybe it’s a marathon of the best horror flicks we can agree on. Or maybe it’s something we don’t even have a name for yet.

Your move.