In the beginning, there was a kid lost in the static of old game boy screens and the worn edges of n64 cartridges—where the world was pixelated, and the battles were fought with a D-pad. I was a 90’s nerd, a collector of goosebumps, Pokémon cards and Nintendo games, where each win was a pixelated step closer to the edge of something bigger. But life has a way of rewriting the script. Those pixelated dreams started to bleed into reality, and the stories I once lived through a screen grew roots..

The White Mountains were my first real escape—a place where the world felt just as untamed and wild as the creatures in my favorite games. The air there is thick with silence, but not the kind that comes with a pause button. No, it’s the silence of something ancient, something that demands respect. Each climb is a battle, each summit a victory, and with every step, I traded in my nerdy armor for something more—muscle carved by the earth itself and shoulders broad enough to carry more than just the weight of a long day.

Now, at 5'11" and a solid 200lbs of muscle, I’ve become a different kind of warrior. My beard is a testament to time spent in the wild, rugged and untamed like the mountains I’ve conquered. There’s a rhythm to my life now, one that pulses to the beat of a Nirvana track, where lifting weights is as much a mental game as it is a physical one. I push iron like I push through trails—relentless, dominant, refusing to break. The stories of my youth still whisper in the background, but now they blend with the growls of my loyal German Shepherd, waiting for our next summit.

You: If you’re 25 and local, with a taste for the dark and the wild, you might just be the partner I’m looking for. I’m drawn to women who aren’t afraid to dig into the shadows, who can match me step for step on this relentless journey. Let’s not rush this; I’m all about the slow burn—the kind of connection that builds tension like the rising action in a Stephen King novel. We’ll start with a drink and see if you’re ready..