I am a guy. I am just a guy. I am married. I have a kids. I have a decent job, but don't love it. I have a decent house. I have a nice wife whom I do not want to hurt.

I also have indecent thoughts. I have a feeling of wanderlust. I have a lingering feeling of discontent. I used to dream of changing the world. I used to dream of building other worlds. I used to explore new ideas, explore new places, explore new lovers. Now, I feel suffocated by the constraints of adulthood, materialism, capitalism.

Maybe you are a woman who feels the same way? Maybe you're a woman who misses the thrills of a life less-encumbered? Maybe you're just a woman who might like to talk to a guy?

I am white, 6'0", 205 lbs (athletic build-turning-dad bod), brown hair and eyes. I am not likely going to meet you face-to-face, but never say never. The rules of caution for extramarital activities limit my availability. I do have a fair bit of availability to connect through typed messages and the occasional voice call.

In a perfect world, you are an attractive lady who lives in my neighborhood and would be excited to have a secret friend to share naughty thoughts and occasionally sneak around for naughty adventures. I don't expect anything to be perfect.

If you've read this far, I hope to hear from you. And we can talk. Just a guy and a girl, talking.