Somewhere between responsibility and longing, between the steady rhythm of routine and the quiet ache of something missing, I find myself fading into the backdrop. I am a 43-year-old married man, father of two, living with purpose—lifting, reading, writing, meditating, striving to be the best dad I can be. And yet, there’s a part of me that remains untouched, unseen.

I’m looking for a full-figured woman with warmth in her soul and softness in her touch. Someone who knows the weight of giving endlessly yet still longs to be held. A woman who misses slow hands and deep laughter, whispered words that linger in the quiet spaces between us. No drama. Just a connection. A place where we can exist freely—no masks, no expectations, just presence.

A little about me:

I live in a college town, and even now, people still ask if I played football (lineman, of course).

I’m strong enough to lift the back of a car, yet gentle enough to be your place of rest. They call me the Cinder Block Teddy Bear.

I don’t love my job, but I find ways to enjoy it—to bring light into each day, even in the small moments.

No politics—that’s all illusion.

I listen. I give. I notice the small, beautiful moments that most people overlook.

Let’s talk on Snap or Telegram—no pressure, no pretenses. Just a space to breathe.

If you’d like to respond, send me a slow dance song (Spotify/YouTube link) that we’d sway to, or the title of a movie we’d curl up with while you get the best massage of your life.

Tell me what you miss. I’m listening.