Hello,

I recently took a shot at finding my match with a hella sweet Lunar New Year ad, but I guess the stars weren't aligned just yet.

So, here I am, day after Lunar New Year diving headfirst into Valentine's Day. Like every fine connoisseur of rollback pricing, you know if you're not one holiday ahead, you're behind.

On Valentine's Day, I'll be posting for St. Patrick's Day. The day after St. Patrick's Day, I'm breaking out Christmas.

I kid.

If I was serious, I imagine we would play out that scene from the movie "Ghost" for St. Valentine, because it will be like our flirtationship.

First, we've got the clay - not just any clay, but the good, malleable kind. It's like us, ready to be shaped into whatever makes our hearts sing in the moment. We can mold it, twist it, and turn it into something that captures our essence and what feels right.

Then, there's the pigment and color. These are our thoughts, our shared clandestine whispers, the hints of what we both crave. Those little pointers we give each other on what we're looking for in this dance. Each color we add is like a secret confession, painting our masterpiece in shades of discovery and desire.

We have the kiln - the heat of our passion, where every stolen moment is tempered into something unbreakable. We cure our connection in a slow burn, turning fleeting moments into something lasting.

The finished product? It might not be what we planned, but in the art of connection and lust, isn't the surprise part of the thrill? It's a testament to our creativity, a piece that might not fit in the gallery of conventional affection but is undeniably ours, marked by your wit, your energy, your unique blend of sass and... well, you know.

Also, ceramics is fun, but I'm talking about that other part in "Ghost" where shadow demons come and snatch someone into the darkness who fucks around and finds out.

Moving on.

I'm looking for someone who understands the raw power of an organic, intense connection. Someone who appreciates the art of subtlety.

Think of our exchanges like a strategic game of chess, where every move is calculated, every glance a silent tell. I'm not against loud proclamations of love; I am definitely about the unspoken, electric charge that happens when two strong desires align in secret.

I have high autonomy and am a dilettante. I'm endlessly curious and rather fascinating.

I'd do me.

45, hazel eyes, silver fox.

I've been called dreamy, handsome, beautiful, and not my type. YMMV.

I am based in the US and prefer you are too.

I tend to get along better with people who are active to some degree.

Strict homebodies whose only hobbies are watching television and reading books don't work well for me.

You should have multiple interests and opinions and be articulate.

You should also want to do me.