This is not my first rodeo. I'm equal parts cowboy and bull, and… oh God. I'm a Minotaur.

Hi, it's me, I'm the Minotaur, it's me.

I know the origin of the Minotaur, in part because of my love of Greek things, my curiosity, that kinky minx Pasiphae, and because it's awesome.

I'm into awesome shit.

Example:
- I know a Minotaur gets 7 to perception - I know Harry Mack's song Minotaur is a bop. - I know Minotaurs look much cooler with rings in their nipples and nose.

I know I can ebb and flow from talking about Minotaurs, to vacationing in Europe, to talking about Genghis Khan, to things light and fluffy or dark and macabre, current events or history, and I can be dead serious or the goofiest motherfucker on the planet.

I know what I want.

I know I'm conventionally attractive and still might not be your type, and that's okay.

I know we're both adults wanting to do adult things with somebody who can be an adult and who is also a kid at heart.

I know I want to play.

I know I want to learn and grow.

I know I want to teach you some things.

I know I'm open to whatever might happen here and always keep high hopes that my next OA is my forever OA >> turned full blown emotional affair >> turned into meeting and savoring what we have physically.

I know that's best case scenario.

I know that's likely not to happen, I also know we attract what we want.

I want that, with you, assuming you're the type of person that is still reading this ad and is interested in something like that, with a person like me.

Here I am standing in the middle of this labyrinth, enjoying my weed, my music, my words, and waiting to see if you are my Pasiphae, or my Theseus.

Either way if you eventually do find your way to me, I'll be ready, rationality be damned.