I am going to approach this from another angle. Sure, there are things I want, kinks to explore, and various and sundry other demands to go on a list, but why don’t I start with me.

Married. Male. White with a silly farmer’s tan. Life at home is not unbearable, torturous, or otherwise horrible, but it is soul crushing. It is a huge dose of boredom, combined with losing myself in the husband/father role for the last 20 years. I am feeling lost, like parts of me are flapping in the breeze. Yes, I want more. I want to feel alive and like I am stumbling in a haze. There has to be excitement and fun left out there, otherwise I might as well dig a hole and fill it in behind me.

I exercise. No, I am not ripped, torn, or swoll. I walk/run for an hour a day. It makes me feel alive. It also means I do not sit on the sofa binge watching Grey’s Anatomy while drowning in a never empty beer mug. On some days I do weights. Again, it helps keep the aches and pains at bay, but it also makes me feel like not everything inside of me is dead. You can repeat the sofa/beer comment here.

I do like reading, working in my garden, enjoying a nice serving of bourbon, and petting my dog. Pleasure does not have to be complicated. Simple is good. Fun is great. Pleasure is fantastic.

This is where you come in. a woman. Local. Looking for something extra.

Trust me, I will not rock your world, but I will do my best to make it a better place. A fun place. An easy place. This is where you take a chance and come at me full blast with your kinks, desires, wish lists, and probably a big dose of insecurity.

It’s fine. I want to find the match for me. IF you don’t try, then we are never going to find each other. Just be forward with what you want. Maybe I can do it. Maybe I can’t. Maybe we are going to exchange dad jokes online for the next five years. We really won’t know till one of us takes the chance.