When was the last time you actually took a breath? It's known to have a great benefit for your mental state and health. I want to help be that breath for you. I want to give you the space to just be yourself.
You want to let your hair down for a few minutes? You want to scream about your life situation? You want to betray some dirty little desires plaguing your mind? Come. Talk with me. In the small quiet space that we can build for ourselves, let me soothe your mind. Please allow me to be a healing balm for your soul. Take a breath with me.

About me. I'm 6'2", 220lbs. I work to not have a dad bod. I've been married for over 15 years now. I have kids that I adore and enjoy being in their life. If you appreciate a man that is an active dad that plays goofy games, gives showers, cooks meals, cuddles with his kids, then we'll get along great!
I do shave my face and head. I know that's a huge turn off for some, so I'm letting you know now.
I have kind hazel eyes. I give off a nice guy air that meshes well with my personality. To some, I am quite attractive. To others, I'm average. My lane is more the nice boy-next-door than heartthrob for all.
I am on EST, but you don't have to be. I tend to be up rather late at night. I am a professional, but my work allows me to chat and more during the day. You don't have to be a professional, but I'm not looking to be a sugar daddy.
I'm not looking to change your situation or mine. I respect your boundaries, time and priorities. I'm looking to offload your stress, never to cause you more.

I am sincere in the request to connect with you. It's what I'm looking for out of this. I want to build a connection. I know that takes some time, but I'm willing to put in that time. What I ultimately want is returned desire. Affection that overflows from your heart where you cannot wait to see what I do next in return. I want to playfully dance in your mind in a variety of ways as you dance in mine. I want to be a bright spot in what might otherwise be a terrible situation for you. I want to inspire you to be yourself fully and in your strength snuggle up close with you.

And now... story time....

A chaotic storm is snarling all around you. The wind is whipping your hair preventing you from fully seeing. The howling wind swooshes past your ears, and you cannot hear yourself think. If it not for the salty air filling your nostrils, you'd have no idea where you were. The storm has blotted out the sun, and the oppressive grey covering the sky might as well be covering your heart. Even the soppy waves seem to be making it difficult to move with wet sand and sharp shell which painfully hits the arch of your foot. Whatever this day was promised to be seems to have slipped from your mind and all you can sense is time eating away. Something beautiful was promised, but it was most definitely not delivered. You steel yourself for another forlorn day. You endure for another day. You keep pressing forward despite this ever oppressing deluge happening around you.

Something whispers in the air. It happens once and you disregard it. It happens again at the faintest edge of a break in the wind. You adjust your ear. You then hear it again. A faint note or two dances through it all. It's a bird, but it's not a seagull. There is no squawking to this song. The air starts to calm. Did the bird's song cause this? Why is this wind giving pause? Your hands find their way to your hair as you pull the strands into order and behind your ear. Your sight returns. The warm hues of its plumes fill your eyes. The color is vibrant and seemingly foreign. The waves calm and seem to be gently lapping at your feet. You step forward and find a smooth rock in which to stand. No sharp shell or sinking sand for your feet to find. With weary audience, the bird finds reason to belt out a song. It rouses something. It stirs this warmth inside you. As almost to stay it understands, the bird's face turns towards the sky. The rolling blanket of clouds parts slightly at first and then gradually more. The gloomy gray begins to break. The warmth stirring inside you finds its equal in the sky. The song now filling your ears encourages a smile to cross your lips. Where.... How... It's been so long since your lips were turned upwards. It's song now pours into your being. The cold wind stills as the warmth of the evening sun pauses in the sky. The clouds break as a painting is revealed. In a moment of unbelief you look around, but there is no one else. There is just you and this tiny winged giver of comfort. You are its sole audience, and he needs no other. The masterpiece in the sky with hues of oranges, pinks and reds remind you of long missed but never forgotten times of joy. The colors dance in the sky to the music surrounding you. The sun stands impossibly still. How much longer will this last? How much longer until dreary oppressive storm seats itself once again? You finally look at this giver of warmth, song and respite. He looks back at you from his oddly placed tree branch perch. Content to have an audience he presses on to abate the turmoil nipping at the edges of your perception. Whatever chances led you to this spot to this beautiful colorful bird you may never know, but you do know you are welcomed here. You can stay here as long as you wish and enjoy the performance. He is restfully content to finally find someone to hear his song as you are content to envelope yourself in it and smile back.

I pray that you come and share yourself with me that I may give you a reason to smile back.