I’m 41, married, and honestly, my marriage is great, like, solid. It’s the kind of relationship where we can binge-watch entire seasons of prestige dramas without saying a word to each other, which is both comforting and, let’s be real, a little unsettling. But lately, I’ve been feeling this itch, this low-level hum of ‘Is this all there is?’ existential dread that no amount of perfectly planned weekend schedules can drown out.

So, I guess I’m looking for someone who feels like a best friend but also a little dangerous in that fun, romantic way, someone who’s up for big, soul-baring conversations about, like, our childhood traumas, and who can make me laugh with their sharp wit or surprise me with a new way of looking at the world.

A bit about me: I’m a creative who works from home, which sounds glamorous but mostly means I spend my days balancing on the edge of productivity and artistic chaos while keeping things organized enough to feel sane. I love cooking (like, aggressively love it, think amateur Ina Garten but with more cursing), photography (mostly snapping pics of food I’m too proud to eat immediately), and throwing myself into hobbies that keep life feeling new and a little unpredictable.

I’m someone who pours myself into the people and things I care about, always trying to find beauty and meaning in the little moments. I believe in honesty, mutual respect, and a healthy dose of self-awareness. If you’re someone who gets that life is messy but still kind of beautiful, let’s see what happens.

Also, just to be clear: discretion is key. I’m not here to blow up anyone’s life, I just want to create this little pocket of something special for the both of us. If this doesn’t scare you off (or, better yet, intrigues you), then hi. Let’s talk.