Let’s get weird. We’re just haunted meat skeletons experiencing a shared holographic simulation catered to us by our senses. Not that it makes our reality any less “real” but it’s dumb shit like this that consumes my thoughts when the second coffee hits.

I live a pretty good life. Beautiful children, house, and a nice wife. My immediate needs are met. For the most part it’s a very pleasant life. However it lacks depth. We can talk about why we’re here but Im not paying you for therapy.

I find myself in my own mind often. I want to share with someone special and want someone who shares with me. I’m not a stranger here and have had wonderful connections before.

I’m drawn to problematically attractive, smart and artistic. It’s a high bar set by women with expensive hair. But that’s not all I’m after. I need someone who is kind at heart and intelligent. Mean people suck and if there isn’t intellectual stimulation the dialogue is short lived. We don’t need to debate philosophical proofs (actually please don’t) but I do want someone who challenges my thoughts and perceptions.

I know incredible women are gun shy here. They’ve been burnt; creeped on constantly, love bombed by strangers, maybe stalked or doxxed, and a myriad of other unpleasant experiences. Yet they’re still here. Mostly lurking on the periphery. Unsure if it’s worth the effort of trying anymore but… here nonetheless

Against the odds I think I am worth getting to know. I get very good reviews on my appearance from high caliber women and they usually like talking to me too. I’d love someone available for fluid chats at naptime (12-2pm in Chicago) and who converses on telegram.

Im in no rush to force anything. Ideally this lasts a long time