Can anyone else say sucker for punishment? Don’t know if I’m growing more masochist or my sadism is waning. Either way, here I am. Again.

Hello all, I’m close to returning to work from a week away and the fiending itch has reared its ugly lusting head once more.

From the sunniest of isles known as the UK, sarcasm bleeds from my veins as does dry and slightly high wit. And I know what I’m looking for.

The same, yet mirror opposite. Yes, yes, throw your rocks of judgement upon me. It sounds stupid I know but it’s very simple. I’m looking for a ray of sunshine to my often grey world. Someone who is forever an optimist. That looks all butter and rainbows but isn’t afraid to say fuck or speak her mind. Physically I do prefer a curvier woman, always have, always will.

I know you’re out there, somewhere, in the depths of the ether, yet only several taps away. Is there a worse thing in the world than being so close you could taste it. Yet that hunger goes unanswered. Please accept I’m in a open marriage, ideally you are too as we will understand each others situation better.

I want a journey to discover ourselves and each other in ways we haven’t seen before. As I’m sure with you, dear reader, life has bested me for 8 rounds, and I’m ready to roll up my sleeves and go down fighting if I have too. I will say this, analogies are hard on the fly.

Physically I’m a little rough around the edges, would not look out of place on sons of anarchy, or Vikings. Shaved head, beard. I’ve been told I have a dangerous tint to my deep ocean blue eyes, whatever the fuck that means. I’m tall and broad shouldered. I’m definitely built for winter and cold nights next to a fire neath a canvas of stars. And a smooth whiskey at hand. Yes I’m a caveman, sue me.

If this has spoken to you, dear reader, please seek medical assistance immediately.

adiós, hasta que nos volvamos a encontrar.