11:36 at night and posting to OA is probably one of my less bright ideas. But I’m sleepy and maybe a bit delirious and perhaps more than a little toasted. So here I am. Have a seat. I’d say I don’t bite (because I love a cliche), but I considered the yucky “I hope you do bite ;)” messages and I threw up in my mouth a little. I need a Tums now.

All that aside I figured the dopamine hit from a chat that will last most likely just through the night and spontaneously combust by morning will be better than the no happy chemicals in my brain. That reads a little dark, but I’m most assuredly mentally stable (my therapist agrees).

So, if you’re sorta cute in a kinda alt dude, maybe tatted up, perhaps blue collar, perhaps crispy white collar, perhaps even a prison inmate at this point kinda way” - Feel free to hit my line. I’m generally attractive I think. If it helps paint the mental image: the homeless dude that hangs around my office does routinely hit on me. I’m average in most senses of the word but I am especially short. I hear boys like that, but I’m still trying to work out how men function. You’d think being married would mean I’d have that figured out.

I have a lot of time on my hands so if you’re into that needy gf vibe, I’m your huckleberry. I’d really like to be read a book or something and we can chat and I might flirt. Standard things here right? Message me, don’t. Whatever really. I do have to caveat because even tho I think mature dudes are super hot, I can’t get past the mental thing with people over mid 40s age. The brain can’t disconnect that age from my actual father and I can’t really call you daddy while I picture my dad. Thxxxxxx