There’s a certain loneliness that only someone in a similar situation can understand. After ten years of marriage—five of them spent navigating the ache of a "dead bedroom"—I find myself here, searching for something that feels alive again. Not just passion (though I miss that deeply), but a real connection. Something that reminds us of the people we were before life became so... predictable.

I’m 35, Indian-American, 5’6”, with short dark hair that insists on curling when I don’t tame it. Average build, a bit on the introverted side, but with a spontaneous streak that shows up at the right moments. I’m educated (engineering and business degrees) and work as a marketer, a career that’s as creative as it is demanding.

Beyond work, I live for experiences. I’ve wandered Europe without a phone, pulled together impromptu bar crawls in Spain, and chased my curiosity wherever it’s taken me. I love classical music (even if I can’t name every composer), cheer on the Vikings (despite knowing better), and value a good conversation over a picture-perfect selfie. I’m also vegetarian, socially drink, and keep my life free of smoking, drugs, and drama.

What I’m looking for:

If you’re in a similar place—married, but longing for something more—maybe we can find it together. I’m seeking a discreet, meaningful connection. Not just a fling, but a friendship where trust, shared secrets, and yes, passion, can flourish.

I imagine you’re educated, independent, and in your 30s or 40s. Someone who values depth over appearances, laughter over pretenses. You’re discreet, drama-free, and equally committed to protecting what we both have at home.

I’m not here to blow up anyone’s life. I’m here to quietly find someone who feels the same pull—to connect, to share, to rediscover the thrill of being wanted and understood.

Let’s start with a message. Tell me something about yourself—something you don’t tell most people. Or maybe tell me what you’ve been missing most lately.

We can figure the rest out as we go. Let’s keep it simple, keep it private, and see where this road takes us.

— A fellow wanderer