One of the cruel ironies of my life (so far) is that I'm finally able to be a good partner and to accept good partnership; and yet, I live in the epicenter of emotionally unavailable men. And yet, and yet.

My elevator pitch goes something like this. Divorced (a long time ago), no kids, native east coaster living happily in the land of milk and honey for more than a decade now. I share a historic apartment with a middle-aged tabby cat and a terrarium full of snails (more on that later) (maybe). Had a promising corporate career for a good while until my latent resentment came to a head, I flipped over my figurative desk, and now I run a flower shop.

I have a good life. A small and authentic circle of weird friends. Positive relationship with my family, although being on the opposite coast probably helps with that. I'm healthy, active, sleep well, have all my shots, nightly flosser, library patron, well traveled, good neighbor, never missed an election (although a lot of good that seems to be doing), love parentheses, sowed all of my wild oats and lived to tell the tale(s). I'm happy to be a little bit boring, happy to do Wordle before I go to bed at 10 p.m.

But you know, I'm ready to be loved. I wasn't, when I was younger. I ruined it and ran away from it because I thought that it would be as constant as the tides.

I would like to meet a man who is ready, too. Someone who approaches dating with a degree of intentionality; someone who loves the outdoors, like I do. Someone who has room for earnest moments of awe punctuated by Seinfeldian banter. Someone sexually experienced but not braggadocious; let me discover that on my own, when the time is right. Someone who reads, or at least would like to. Someone who hasn't been blinded by the pursuit of material success. Someone with nice teeth, some style, some chest hair. A little natural...how you say...rizz.

Someone who has made a life for himself that reflects the best of him.

Photos of me here. Looking forward to your thoughtful response.